In Misfortune Lies The Seed Of Future

Pain Can Be Endured And Defeated Only If It Is Embraced. Denied Or Feared, It Grows.

For Some, The Past Is A Chain, Each Day A Link, Raveling Backward To One Ringbolt Or Another, In One Dark Place Or Another, And Tomorrow Is A Slave To Yesterday.

Home Was Not A Perfect Place. But It Was The Only Home They Had And They Could Hope To Make It Better.

I Would Not Cry. I Do Not Cry. How Bitter Do You Risk Becoming By Swallowing Too Many Tears?

The Dead Are Merely The Countrymen Of My Future.