Imagination Is At The Root Of Much

Imagination Is At The Root Of Much That Passes For Love.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

That Which Is Loved May Pass, But Love Hath No End.

Man Is Born In A Day, And He Dies In A Day, And The Thing Is Easily Over; But To Have A Sick Heart For Three-fourths Of One's Lifetime Is Simply To Have Death Renewed Every Morning; And Life At That Price Is Not Worth Living.

There Is No Refuge From Memory And Remorse In This World. The Spirits Of Our Foolish Deeds Haunt Us, With Or Without Repentance.