The Splendors That Belong Unto The Fame

At Grief So Deep The Tongue Must Wag In Vain; The Language Of Our Sense And Memory Lacks The Vocabulary Of Such Pain.

You Shall Find Out How Salt Is The Taste Of Another Man's Bread, And How Hard Is The Way Up And Down Another Man's Stairs.

If You Follow Your Natural Bent;you Will Definitely Go To Heaven

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

Because Your Question Searches For Deep Meaning, I Shall Explain In Simple Words