A Variety Of Nothing Is Superior To

Paradise Is Always Where Love Dwells.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

For No One Does Life Drag More Disagreeably Than For Those Who Try To Speed It Up.