Despair Is Deadly Sin, But Worse, It

Even A Saint May Take Pleasure, In Retrospect, In Having Been Once Desired

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.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.

Here I Begin To Know That Blessedness Is What Can Be Snatched Out The Passing Day And Put Away To Think Of Afterwards.

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