Before I Could Read, Almost A Baby,

He Had Discovered That People Who Allow Themselves To Be Blown About By The Winds Of Emotion And Impulse Are Always Unhappy People.

Human Beings Are Struggling, And So They Are Egoists. But It's Wrong To Say That They Are Wholy Cruel - It's A Deformed View.

After All This, What Happened? What Happened Was That, As Soon As I Had The Slightest Chance Of A Place To Hide In, I Crept Into It And Hid. Well, Sometimes It's A Fine Day Isn't It? Sometimes The Skies Are Blue. Sometimes The Air Is Light, Easy To Breathe. And There Is Always Tomorrow.

As It Was In The Beginning, ... Is Now, And Ever Shall Be, World Without End.

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.