The Sailor Cannot See The

My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close; It Yet Remains To See If Immortality Unveil A Third Event To Me, So Huge, So Hopeless To Conceive, As These That Twice Befell. Parting Is All We Know Of Heaven, And All We Need Of Hell.

Hold Dear To Your Parents For It Is A Scary And Confusing World Without Them.

Love Is Everything. And That's All We Know About It.

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

Speech Is One Symptom Of Affection; And Silence One; The Perfect Communication Is Heard Of None.