Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of

A Few Feet Under The Ground Reigns So Profound A Silence, And Yet So Much Tumult On The Surface!

Hypocrisy Is Nothing, In Fact, But A Horrible Hopefulness.

In Joined Hands There Is Still Some Token Of Hope, In The Clenched Fist None.

Habit Is The Nursery Of Errors.

Our Acts Make Or Mar Us, We Are The Children Of Our Own Deeds.