Where The Wound Had Been Given, There

Money Can Only Give Happiness Where There Is Nothing Else To Give It.

I Must Learn To Be Content With Being Happier Than I Deserve.

Perfect Happiness, Even In Memory, Is Not Common.

There Could Have Been No Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison

I Wish I Might Take This For A Compliment; But To Be So Easily Seen Through I Am Afraid Is Pitiful.