"and They Lived Happily Ever

Death Is Not The Enemy Of Life, But Its Friend, For It Is The Knowledge That Our Years Are Limited Which Makes Them So Precious. It Is The Truth That Time Is But Lent To Us Which Makes Us, At Our Best, Look Upon Our Years As A Trust Handed Into Our Temporary Keeping.

Tolerance Is The Positive And Cordial Effort To Understand Another's Beliefs, Practices, And Habits Without Necessarily Sharing Or Accepting Them.

The Primary Joy Of Life Is Acceptance, Approval, The Sense Of Appreciation And Companionship Of Our Human Comrades. Many Men Do Not Understand That The Need For Fellowship Is Really As Deep As The Need For Food, And So They Go Through Life Accepting Many Substitutes For Genuine, Warm, Simple.

Stripped Of All Their Masquerades, The Fears Of Men Are Quite Identical: The Fear Of Loneliness, Rejection, Inferiority, Unmanageable Anger, Illness And Death.

The Moment Comes When The Great Nurse, Death, Takes A Human, The Child, By The Hand And Quietly Says, "it Is Time To Go Home. Night Is Coming. It Is Your Bedtime, Child Of Earth. Come; You're Tired. Lie Down At Last In The Quiet Nursery Of Nature And Sleep. Sleep Well. The Day Is Gone. Stars Shine In The Canopy Of Eternity."