But The Conceited Man Did

He Fell As Gently As A Tree Falls. There Was Not Even Any Sound.

To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Everyone Has Had A Friend.

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.

That's The Way They Are. You Must Not Hold It Against Them. Children Should Be Very Understanding Of Grown-ups.

And That Heart Which Was A Wild Garden Was Given To Him Who Only Loved Trim Lawns. And The Imbecile Carried The Princess Into Slavery.