Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Who loves, raves.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.