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There Is No Remembrance Which Time Does Not Obliterate, Nor Pain Which Death Does Not Terminate.

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies? Perhaps To Be Too Practical May Be Madness. To Surrender Dreams, This May Be Madness ...maddest Of All Is To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

Many Littles Make A Much.

Love Is Influenced By No Consideration, Recognizes No Restraints Of Reason, And Is Of The Same Nature As Death, That Assails Alike The Lofty Palaces Of Kings And The Humble Cabins Of Shepherds; And When It Takes Entire Possession Of A Heart, The First Thing It Does Is To Banish Fear And Shame From It.

Here Lies A Gentleman Bold Who Was So Very Brave He Went To Lengths Untold, And On The Brink Of The Grave Death Had On Him No Hold. By The World He Set Small Store-- He Frightened It To The Core-- Yet Somehow, By Fate's Plan, Though He'd Lived A Crazy Man, When He Died He Was Sane Once More.