When A Man Resolves To

Joy To Hearts Which Have Suffered Long Is Like The Dew On The Ground After A Long Drought; Both The Heart And The Ground Absorb That Beneficent Moisture Falling On Them, And Nothing Is Outwardly Apparant.

...does That Not Tell You That Grief Is Like Life And That There Is Always Somethings Unknown Beyond It?

He's Right: They Have To Put Madmen With Madmen.

Often We Pass Beside Happiness Without Seeing It, Without Looking At It, Or Even If We Have Seen And Looked At It, Without Recognizing It.

I Do Not Cling To Life Sufficiently To Fear Death.