I Am Not An Optimist, But A

I Dust [your Photo] Carefully Every Morning, For To Do So Gives Me The Pleasant Feeling That I'm Caressing You As In The Old Days. I Even Touch Your Nose With Mine To Recapture The Electric Current That Used To Flush Through My Blood Whenever I Did So.

When We Read We Are Able To Travel To Many Places, Meet Many People And Understand The World.

Abject Poverty Is Demeaning, Is An Assault On The Dignity Of Those That Suffer It. In The End It Demeans Us All. It Makes The Freedom Of All Of Us Less Meaningful.

Honour Belongs To Those Who Never Forsake The Truth Even When Things Seem Dark And Grim, Who Try Over And Over Again, Who Are Never Discouraged By Insults, Humiliation And Even Defeat.

When We Can Sit In The Face Of Insanity Or Dislikes And Be Free From The Need To Make It Different, Then We Are Free.