You'll Never Get To Be

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

Death, After All, Is The Common Expectation From Birth. Neither Heroes Nor Cowards Can Escape It.

Life Goes Not In A Straight Line, Lad, But In A Circle. The First Half We Spend Venturing As Far As The World's End From Home And Kin And Stillness, And The Latter Half Brings Us Back, By Roundabout Ways But Surely, To That State From Which We Set Out.

Only People Who're Positive Enough To Have Friends Have Enemies. When You're As Glum And Morose As He Was, People Just Give Up And Go Away.

I Go To Prague Every Year If I Can, Value My Relationships There Like Gold, And Feel Myself In A Sense Czech, With All Their Hopes And Needs. They Are A People I Not Only Love, But Admire.