Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In

Old, That's An Affront No Woman Can Well Bear.

It Seldom Happens That Any Felicity Comes So Pure As Not To Be Tempered And Allayed By Some Mixture Of Sorrow.

We Must Not Stand Upon Trifles.

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

Since Don Quixote De La Mancha Is A Crazy Fool And A Madman, And Since Sancho Panza, His Squire, Knows It, Yet, For All That, Serves And Follows Him, And Hangs On These Empty Promises Of His, There Can Be No Doubt That He Is More Of A Madman And A Fool Than His Master.