Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

Love can do all but raise the Dead.

Love is like life-merely longer.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.