We Can Never Flee The Misery That

A Memoir Provides A Record Not So Much Of The Memoirist As Of The Memoirist's World.

Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday Wash Dams Away.

We None Of Us Find As Much Kindness In This World As We Should.

Flowers That Grow Where Old Ones Have Withered Serve To Remind Us That Death Will One Day Come To Us All.

I Went Back To Those Graves Not Long Afterward And Found As I Stood There That Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing. My Body Weighed Twice What It Had Only A Moment Earlier, As If Those Graves Were Pulling Me Down Toward Them.