Haste Is A Poor Counselor

The Friends We Have Lost Do Not Repose Under The Ground...they Are Buried Deep In Our Hearts. It Has Been Thus Ordained That They May Always Accompany Us.

...remember That What Has Once Been Done May Be Done Again.

I Am Not Proud, But I Am Happy; And Happiness Blinds, I Think, More Than Pride.

...does That Not Tell You That Grief Is Like Life And That There Is Always Somethings Unknown Beyond It?

Sometimes One Has Suffered Enough To Have The Right To Never Say: I Am Too Happy.