Who Would Endure Life If It Were

She Will Love Deeply--suffer Terribly--she Will Have Glorious Moments To Compensate.

…the Lake Of Shining Waters Was Blue — Blue — Blue; Not The Changeful Blue Of Spring, Nor The Pale Azure Of Summer, But A Clear, Steadfast, Serene Blue, As If The Water Were Past All Modes And Tenses Of Emotion And Had Settled Down To A Tranquillity Unbroken By Fickle Dreams.

Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.

You Must Pay The Penalty Of Growing-up, Paul. You Must Leave Fairyland Behind You.

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.