Three weeks from now I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so. Hold the line. Stay with me. If you find yourself alone, riding in green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled; for you are in Elysium, and you're already dead!
We are not enemies but friends.We must not be enemies.Though passion may have strained...it must not break our bonds of affection.The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched...