Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.

He Had Known Several Men Who Blew Their Heads Off, And He Had Pondered It Much. It Seemed To Him It Was Probably Because They Could Not Take Enough Happiness Just From The Sky And The Moon To Carry Them Over The Low Feelings That Came To All Men.

Uva Uvum Vivendo Varia Fit

The Earth Is Mostly Just A Boneyard. But Pretty In The Sunlight.

Death And Worse Happened On The Plains.

The Lives Of Happy People Are Dense With Their Own Doings -- Crowded, Active, Thick. But The Sorrowing Are Nomads, On A Plain With Few Landmarks And No Boundaries; Sorrow's Horizons Are Vague And Its Demands Are Few.