To Forgive Is Wisdom, To Forget Is

Funeral Expenses Are The Curse Of The Poor Everywhere On Earth, They Are Wasteful And Unnecessary, They Are The Price Of Foolish Ostentation And A Display That Is Less An Evidence Of Grief Than A Vulgar Travesty Of Those Pompous Obsequies Where No Grief Is.

A Foul-mouthed Oaf, A Drunken Laborer Lying In A Drain, A Beaten Wife With Blackened Eyes And Torn Clothes, Cannot Be Made Romantic To A Child Who Sees How Other Children Suffer From Bad-tempered Parents, From Drunken Fathers To Termagant Mothers.

The Truth Is That Life Is Hard And Dangerous; That He Who Seeks His Own Happiness Does Not Find It; That He Who Is Weak Must Suffer; That He Who Demands Love Will Be Disappointed; That He Who Is Greedy Will Not Be Fed; That He Who Seeks Peace Will Find Strife; That Truth Is Only For The Brave; That Joy Is Only For Him Who Does Not Fear To Be Alone; That Life Is Only For The One Who Is Not Afraid To Die.

Life Would Die Without Poets, And Democracy Must Have Its Spellbinders.

An Old Mans Memories, Like His Bones, Grow Sharp With Age And Show Their True Shapes.