Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. – Lord Byron
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. – Lord Byron
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. – Lord Byron
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. – Lord Byron
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from lifes page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. – Lord Byron
What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world. – Robert E. Lee, letter to his wife, 1864