It Is The Pursuit Of Happiness That

For The First Time In My Life I Saw The Truth As It Is Set Into Song By So Many Poets, Proclaimed As The Final Wisdom By So Many Thinkers. The Truth - That Love Is The Ultimate And Highest Goal To Which Man Can Aspire. Then I Grasped The Meaning Of The Greatest Secret That Human Poetry And Human Thought And Belief Have To Impart: The Salvation Of Man Is Through Love And In Love.

Life Can Be Pulled By Goals Just As Surely As It Can Be Pushed By Drives.

One Evening, When We Were Already Resting On The Floor Of Our Hut, Dead Tired, Soup Bowls In Hand, A Fellow Prisoner Rushed In And Asked Us To Run Out To The Assembly Grounds And See The Wonderful Sunset. Standing Outside We Saw Sinister Clouds Glowing In The West And The Whole Sky Alive With Clouds Of Ever-changing Shapes And Colors, From Steel Blue To Blood Red. The Desolate Grey Mud Huts Provided A Sharp Contrast, While The Puddles On The Muddy Ground Reflected The Glowing Sky. Then, After Minutes Of Moving Silence, One Prisoner Said To Another, "how Beautiful The World Could Be.

You Can Take Away My Wife, You Can Take Away My Children, You Can Strip Me Of My Clothes And My Freedom, But There Is One Thing No Person Can Ever Take Away From Me - And That Is My Freedom To Choose How I Will React To What Happens To Me!

Every Human Being Has The Freedom To Change At Any Instant.