It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxHow happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!
Ella Wheeler WilcoxAnd however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox