The Greatest Problem That War Leaves, In

Every Event Has Had Its Cause, And Nothing, Not The Least Wind That Blows, Is Accident Or Causeless.

The Young Do Not Know Enough To Be Prudent, And Therefore They Attempt The Impossible - And Achieve It, Generation After Generation.

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

We Learn As Much From Sorrow As From Joy, As Much From Illness As From Health, From Handicap As From Advantage And Indeed Perhaps More.

Now, Five Years Is Nothing In A Man's Life Except When He Is Very Young And Very Old... - Wang Lung