Start Using Your Wings; They Need Some

We Can Never Found The Soul, Just As We Can Never Wound God, But We Become Imprisoned By Our Memories, And That Makes Our Lives Wretched, Even When We Have Everything We Need In Order To Be Happy.

Our Children Must Follow In Our Footsteps; After All, We Are Older And Know About The World.

She, With Her Affection And Her Gaiety, Had Been Largely Responsible For Him Having Rediscovered The Meaning Of Life, Her Love Had Driven Him To The Far Corners Of The Earth, Because He Needed To Be Rich Enough To Buy Some Land And Live In Peace With Her For The Rest Of Their Days. It Was His Utter Confidence In This Fragile Creature, That Had Made Him Fight With Honor, Because He Knew That After A Battle He Could Forget All The Horrors Of War In Her Arms, And That, Despite All The Women He Had Known, Only There In Her Arms Could He Close His Eyes And Sleep Like A Child.

He Seemed To Be Talking About My Fears, My Insecurity, And My Unwillingness To See What Was Wonderful Because Tomorrow It Might Disappear And I Might Suffer. The Gods Throw The Dice, And They Don't Ask Whether We Want To Be In The Game Or Not.

Then There Are Those Who Plant. They Endure Storms And All The Many Vicissitudes Of The Seasons, And They Rarely Rest. But, Unlike A Building, A Garden Never Stops Growing. And While It Requires The Gardener's Constant Attention, It Also Allows Life For The Gardener To Be A Great Adventure.