Morning without you is a dwindled dawn! |
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. |
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. |
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all. |
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. |
That love is all there is, Is all we know of love. |
Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned. |
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. |
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. |
I dwell in possibility. |