And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,We people on the pavement looked at him:He was a gentleman from sole to crown,Clean favored, imperially slim.And he was always quietly arrayed,And he was always hu...
Life is the game that must be played
To some will come a time when change itself is beauty if not heaven.
I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.
Life is the game that must be played: This truth at least good friends we know So live and laugh nor be dismayed As one by one the phantoms go.
Love must have wings to fly away from love And to fly back again.
