Nothing Resembles A Person As

A Short Time Later, When The Carpenter Was Taking Measurements For The Coffin, Through The Window They Saw A Light Rain Of Tiny Yellow Flowers Falling. They Fell On The Town All Through The Night In A Silent Storm, And They Covered The Roofs And Blocked The Doors And Smothered The Animals Who Slept Outdoors. So Many Flowers Fell From The Sky That In The Morning The Streets Were Carpeted With A Compact Cushion And They Had To Clear Them Away With Shovels And Rakes So That The Funeral Procession Could Pass By.

Life Is Not What One Lived, But What One Remembers And How One Remembers It In Order To Recount It

And Again, As Always, After So Many Years We Were Still In The Same Place We Always Were.

No Matter What You Do This Year Or In The Next Hundred, You Will Be Dead Forever.

The Heart's Memory Eliminates The Bad And Magnifies The Good.