Our Life Is A Book To Which

You Must Have Been Warned Against Letting The Golden Hours Slip By; But Some Of Them Are Golden Only Because We Let Them Slip By.

There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers Who Would Never Have Been Drawn To Each Other Had They Met For The First Time, As, Say, They Met The Second Time.

Nobody Really Wants Us. So Let Us Watch And Say Jaggy Things, In The Hope That Some Of Them Will Hurt.

Boy, Why Are You Crying?

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.