Who longest waits most surely wins.
Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.
Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.
Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?