I Knew That Part Of

Always Say Some Prayers At Night Because It Might Turn Out That There Is A God.

You Have To Do What You Think Is The Right Thing, But Just Make Sure It’s The Right Thing In The Long Run, And Not Just For The Moment.

This Was The Tree, And It Seemed To Me Standing There To Resemble Those Men, The Giants Of Your Childhood, Whom You Encounter Years Later And Find That They Are Not Merely Smaller In Relation To Your Growth, But They Are Absolutely Smaller, Shrunken By Age. In This Double Demotion The Old Giants Have Become Pygmies While You Were Looking The Other Way.

As I Walked Briskly Out The Road The Wind Knifed At My Face, But This Sun Caressed The Back Of My Neck.

It Seemed Clear That Wars Were Not Made By Generations And Their Special Stupidities, But That Wars Were Made Instead By Something Ignorant In The Human Heart