Sharing Tales Of Those We've Lost Is

The Basis Of Everything, Of All Knowledge, Is The Ability To Read.

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It. But Then I Concentrate On The Good Things Still In My Life. I Don't Allow Myself Any More Self-pity Than That. A Little Each Every Morning, A Few Tears, And That's All.

Once, Lovers On Faraway Shores Sat By Candlelight And Dipped Ink To Parchment, Writing Words That Could Not Be Erased. They Took An Evening To Compose Their Thoughts, Maybe The Next Evening As Well.

If We Knew What Comes Next, We Never Would Have Worried.

To Know You're Going To Die, And To Be Prepared For It At Any Time. That's Better. That Way You Can Actually Be More Involved In Your Life While You're Living.