QUOTATIONS
When you take your mum
To keep wise keep mum
Grief but a warm tear falling
from the eye to cool the heart
A tear but a silent word of sorrow
Joy is the right measure of faith in the heart
Man but a weak creature
Yet still keeping his flight
By the wings of common sense
Yester eve
Sitting at the shore I saw
A hill eye browed to the sea
A tunnel made passing through
Ships full of passengers
With their cargo of worries dreams and hopes
Destined toward the setting sun;
Bewildered I got up
Still walking in my dream
Toward what I have expected