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For Inside All The Weakness Of Old Age, The Spirit, God Knows, Is As Mercurial As It Ever Was.

Joy, Happiness ... We Do Not Question. They Are Beyond Question, Maybe. A Matter Of Being. But Pain Forces Us To Think, And To Make Connections ... To Discover What Has Been Happening To Cause It. And, Curiously Enough, Pain Draws Us To Other Human Beings In A Significant Way, Whereas Joy Or Happiness To Some Extent, Isolates.

Unless The Gentle Inherit The Earth, / There Will Be No Earth.

People Are Always Talking About The Joys Of Youth-but, Oh, How Youth Can Suffer!

How Slowly One Comes To Understand Anything!