Chinese Are Wise In Comprehending Without Many

When One Commits One's Self To An Airborne Craft And The Door Is Fastened Against Earth And Home, There Is No Escape Even By Running Away. The Result Is A Strange Sense Of Peace - Desperate, Perhaps, But Peace.

Endurance Of Inescapable Sorrow Is Something Which Has To Be Learned Alone. And Only To Endure Is Not Enough. Endurance Can Be A Harsh And Bitter Root In One's Life, Bearing Poisonous And Gloomy Fruit, Destroying Other Lives. Endurance Is Only The Beginning. There Must Be Acceptance And The Knowledge That Sorrow Fully Accepted Brings Its Own Gifts. For There Is An Alchemy In Sorrow. It Can Be Transmuted Into Wisdom, Which, If It Does Not Bring Joy, Can Yet Bring Happiness.

Somehow I Had Learned From Thoreau, Who Doubtless Learned It From Confucius, That If A Man Comes To Do His Own Good For You, Then Must You Flee That Man And Save Yourself

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

Praise Out Of Season, Or Tactlessly Bestowed, Can Freeze The Heart As Much As Blame.