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So Many People Seem To Imagine That Because The Actual Tools Of Writing Are Easily Accessible, It Is Less Difficult Than The Other Arts. This Is Entirely An Illusion.

Why, I Wonder, Do People Who At One Time Or Another Have All Been Young Themselves, And Who Ought Therefore To Know Better, Generalize So Suavely And So Mendaciously About The Golden Hours Of Youth-that Period Of Life When Every Sorrow Seems Permanent, And Every Setback Insuperable?

Definite Gifts Render Their Possessors Capable Of Overcoming Any Obstacle This Side Of Death; They Create An Impetus Of Far More Genuine Value Than External Advantages In Some Other Career Where The Impulse To Make Use Of Them Remains Weak Or Non-existent. The Work That One Enjoys Is The Greatest Source Of Happiness And Vitality In Life.

I Don't Think Victory Over Death... Is Anything So Superficial As A Person Fulfilling Their Normal Span Of Life. It Can Be Twofold; A Victory Over Death By The Man Who Faces It For Himself Without Fear, And A Victory By Those Who, Loving Him, Know That Death Is But A Little Thing Compared With The Fact That He Lived And Was The Kind Of Person He Was.

We Should Never Be At The Mercy Of Providence If Only We Understood That We Ourselves Are Providence.