I Came To A Clear Conclusion, And

I Came To A Clear Conclusion, And It Is A Universal One: To Live, To Struggle, To Be In Love With Life--in Love With All Life Holds, Joyful Or Sorrowful--is Fulfillment. The Fullness Of Life Is Open To All Of Us.

Intolerance Is A Thing That Causes War, Pogroms, Crucifixions, Lynchings, And Makes People Cruel To Little Children And Each Other. It Is Responsible For Most Of The Viciousness, Violence, Terror, And Heart And Soul Breaking Of The World.

A Person Who Pulls Himself Up From A Low Environment Via The Bootstrap Route Has Two Choices. Having Risen Above His Environment, He Can Forget It; Or, He Can Rise Above It And Never Forget It And Keep Compassion And Understanding In His Heart For Those He Has Left Behind Him In The Cruel Upclimb.

Books Became Her Friends, And There Was One For Every Mood.

It Was The Last Time She’d See The River From That Window. The Last Time Of Anything Has The Poignancy Of Death Itself. This That I See Now, She Thought, To See No More This Way. Oh, The Last Time How Clearly You See Everything; As Though A Magnifying Light Had Been Turned On It. And You Grieve Because You Hadn’t Held It Tighter When You Had It Every Day.