Every time you go away, I always say This time it's goodbye, dear Loving you the way I do I take you back, without you I'd die dear Knowing I love you so.
Every hand and every hour should be devoted to rescue the world from its insanity of guilt, and to assuage the pangs of human hearts with balm and anodyne. To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.
