I Can Draw And Write,

A Man's Sorrow Runs Uphill; True It Is Difficult For Him To Bear, But It Is Also Difficult For Him To Keep.

Certainty Always Produces Questions, Uncertainty Statements. It Is A Balancing Law Of Nature.

What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?

One Cup Poured Into Another Makes Different Waters; Tears Shed By One Eye Would Blind If Wept Into Another's Eye. The Breast We Strike In Joy Is Not The Breast We Strike In Pain; Any Man's Smile Would Be Consternation On Another's Mouth.

Destiny And History Are Untidy.