Money Is Like Love; It Kills Slowly

If You Cannot But Weep When Your Soul Summons You To Prayer, She Should Spur You Again And Yet Again, Though Weeping, Until You Shall Come Laughing

Then It Is Also In My Heart To Be Worthy Of Your Hate.

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

You May Chain My Hands, You May Shackle My Feet; You May Even Throw Me Into A Dark Prison; But You Shall Not Enslave My Thinking, Because It Is Free!