For Love Is Heaven And Heaven Is

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

He Turn'd His Charger As He Spake, Upon The River Shore, He Gave His Bridle Reins A Shake, Said, "adieu For Evermore, My Love, And Adieu For Evermore."

From My Experience, Not One In Twenty Marries The First Love; We Build Statues Of Snow And Weep To See Them Melt.

As Good Play For Nothing, You Know, As Work For Nothing.

Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.