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One Is Seldom Unchanged By The Death Of Those One Loves. It Gives Me A Deeper Knowledge Of Them, And So Of Oneself In Regard To Them.

"most Of Us Tend To Belittle All Suffering Except Our Own," Said Mary. "i Think It's Fear. We Don't Want To Come Too Near In Case We're Sucked In And Have To Share It".

There Always Comes, I Think, A Sort Of Peak In Suffering At Which Either You Win Over Your Pain Or Your Pain Wins Over You, According As To Whether You Can, Or Cannot, Call Up That Extra Ounce Of Endurance That Helps You To Break Through The Circle Of Yourself And Do The Hitherto Impossible. That Extra Ounce Carries You Through 'le Dernier Quart D' Heure.' Psychologist Have A Name For It, I Believe. Christians Call It The Grace Of God.

Because Of Course She Had Known She Must Go. She Always Did The Thing Because In Obedience Lay The Integrity That God Asked Of Her. If Anyone Had Asked Her What She Meant By Integrity She Would Not Have Been Able To Tell Them But She Had Seen It Once Like A Picture In Her Mind, A Root Going Down Into The Earth And Drinking Deeply There. No One Was Really Alive Without That Root.

In My Opinion, Too Much Attention To Weather Makes For Instability Of Character.