All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.

The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.

Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.

Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.

Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.

All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.

The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.