Poverty's Potential For Character Building Is Far

He Had Regrets, Of Course, But Not So Many That He Would Lose Any Sleep Over Them. Life Surprised Him Now And Then And He Didn't Much Care For Surprises, Unless He Was Passing Them Out. But - What Was To Be Done? You Had To Deal With The Reality, He Had Learned That Over The Years, No Matter How Much You Didn't Like It

There May Or May Not Be A God Or Gods; The Siblings Do Not Concern Themselves With Proving Or Disproving Such A Thing. By Definition, Gods Are More Powerful Than Men, And Thus Quite Able To Fend For Themselves Without Help.

You Can’t Embrace Your Whole Life If You’re Shut Down.

He'd Once Heard A Story About A Monastery On The Top Of Some Mountain In Japan Or Somewhere. After A Long Trek In The Cold To Get There, The Monks Would Offer To Sell You A Cup Of Coffee. You Had A Choice: There Was A Two-dollar Cup - Or A Two-hundred- Dollar Cup. When Pressed To Explain The Difference, The Monks Were Reported To Say, 'a Hundred And Ninety-eight Dollars.'

No, Now He Didn't Want To Let Himself Get Too Close Because He Knew It Wasn't Going To Last. Good Stuff Never Lasted. Change Would Come And Wipe It Away, And What Was The Point? It Hurt Too Much Every Time It Was Ripped Away And He Was Getting Tired Of Losing Pieces Of Himself. Pretty Soon There Wouldn't Be Much Left, Just Scraps Of Gristle And Bone Without Feeling. He Didn't Need That