There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

Never Part Without Loving Words To Think Of During Your Absence. It May Be That You Will Not Meet Again In This Life.

Sleep, Riches, And Health, To Be Truly Enjoyed, Must Be Interrupted.

God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In The Depths Of The Soul.