Politics Is Like Navigation In A Sea

Something You Have To Make...it's All Work, Work.

Where Can One Find A Profounder Desolation Than In The Poor Child Who Has Lost Its Mother?

An Old Mans Memories, Like His Bones, Grow Sharp With Age And Show Their True Shapes.

The Truth Is That Life Is Hard And Dangerous; That He Who Seeks His Own Happiness Does Not Find It; That He Who Is Weak Must Suffer; That He Who Demands Love Will Be Disappointed; That He Who Is Greedy Will Not Be Fed; That He Who Seeks Peace Will Find Strife; That Truth Is Only For The Brave; That Joy Is Only For Him Who Does Not Fear To Be Alone; That Life Is Only For The One Who Is Not Afraid To Die.

Old Men When They Begin To Hear The Last Trumpet, On The Morning Breeze, Often Have A Kind Of Absent-minded Smile; Like People Listening. And Their Smiles Are Just Politeness.