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The Tears, When They Come To Some Men, Are Worse Than Beatings. They're Wounded Worse By Sobbing, Men Like That, Than They Are By Boots And Batons. Tears Begin In The Heart, But Some Of Us Deny The Heart So Often, And For So Long, That When It Speaks We Hear Not One But A Hundred Sorrows In The Heartbreak. We Know That Crying Is A Good And Natural Thing. We Know That Crying Isn't A Weakness, But A Kind Of Strength. Still, The Weeping Rips Us Root By Tangled Root From The Earth, And We Crash Like Fallen Trees When We Cry.

While The Foods Were Being Prepared, I Watched As Men Dragged A Foot-operated Grinding Wheel Into An Open Space, And The Groom Devoted A Tense Hour To Putting A Razor's Edge To A Large, Ornate Dagger. The Bride's Father Watched That Effort With A Critical Eye. After Satisfying Himself That The Weapon Was Suitably Lethal, He Gravely Accepted It As A Gift From The Younger Man. The Groom Has Just Sharpened The Knife That The Bride's Father Will Use On Him, If He Ever Mistreats The Girl.

Glory Belongs To God, Of Course; That's What The Word Really Means. And You Can't Serve God With A Gun.

Of Course I Wanted To Know. I Was A Writer. I Wanted To Know Everything.

Friendship Is An Algebra Test That Nobody Passes.