Hardships Make Or Break People.

She Was As Forthright And Simple As The Winds That Blew Over Tara And The Yellow River That Wound Around It.

She Could Not Ignore Life. She Had To Live It And It Was Too Brutal, Too Hostile, For Her Even To Try To Gloss Over Its Harshness With A Smile

But She Knew That No Matter What Beauty Lay Behind, It Must Remain There. No One Could Go Forward With A Load Of Aching Memories.

I Wonder If Anyone But Me Realizes What Goes On In That Head Back Of Your Deceptively Sweet Face.

No Matter What Rallying Cries The Orators Give To The Idiots Who Fight, No Matter What Noble Purposes They Assign To Wars, There Is Never But One Reason For A War. And That Is Money. All Wars Are In Reality Money Squabbles.