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I Felt The Vulnerability, The Fragility Of The Children Of The World, And How It Was, Nonetheless, On Their Frail Shoulders That We Loaded The Weight Of Our Weary Hopes And Eternal New Beginnings.

Curiosity Ran Unchecked Through Him, Like The Wind Outside Through The Deserted Streets, Along The Canal, Around The Little Wooden Houses, Everywhere, As Far As The Mountain.

Every Life Is A Tragedy, But Far More The Writer's Life, Because The More He Has To See, The More Deeply He Understands And Feels About Life, The Less Time He Has To Put It Down.

The More The Heart Is Nourished With Happiness, The More It Is Insatiable.

Poverty Is Like A Pain, Dormant And Unbearable As Long As You Don't Move About Too Much. You Grow Used To It, You End Up By Paying No Attention To It. But Once You Presume To Bring It Out In The Daylight, It Becomes Terrifying, You See It At Last In All Its Squalor And You Shrink From Exposing It To The Sun.