Love Can Make Us Fiends As Well

Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass The Lamp From Hand To Hand.

I Have Fought My Fight, I Have Lived My Life, I Have Drunk My Share Of Wine; From Trier To Coln There Was Never A Knight Led A Merrier Life Than Mine.

Feelings Are Like Chemicals, The More You Analyze Them The Worse They Smell.

A Blessed Thing It Is For Any Man Or Woman To Have A Friend, One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly, Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults.

Every Winter, When The Great Sun Has Turned His Face Away, The Earth Goes Down Into A Vale Of Grief, And Fasts, And Weeps, And Shrouds Herself In Sables, Leaving Her Wedding-garlands To Decay- Then Leaps In Spring To His Returning Kisses.