Today Is The Blocks With Which We

There Are Things Of Which I May Not Speak; There Are Dreams That Cannot Die; There Are Thoughts That Make The Strong Heart Weak, And Bring A Pallor Into The Cheek, And A Mist Before The Eye.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide.

Our Blossoms Of Passion, Gay And Luxuriant Flowers, Are Bright And Full Of Fragrance, But They Beguile Us And Lead Us Astray, And Their Odor Is Deadly.

Give What You Have. To Some One, It May Be Better Than You Dare To Think.

An Angel Visited The Green Earth, And Took A Flower Away.