A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This

Taxes Are A Universal Burden In Moral As Well As In Civil Life. There Is Not A Pleasure, Social Or Otherwise, Which Is Not Assessed By Fate At Its Full Value!

What A Frightful Weapon Is Human Thought! It Is Our Defense And Our Safeguard, The Most Precious Gift That God Has Made Us. It Is Ours And It Obeys Us; We May Launch It Forth Into Space, But, Once Outside Of Our Feeble Brains, It Is Gone; We Can No Longer Control It.

[i]f You Are Truly A Man, Sure Of Yourself And Confident Of Your Strength, You May Taste Of Life Without Fear And Without Reserve; You May Be Sad Or Joyous, Deceived Or Respected; But Be Sure You Are Loved, For What Matters The Rest?

It Was One Of Those Somber Evenings When The Sighing Of The Wind Resembles The Moans Of A Dying Man; A Storm Was Brewing, And Between The Splashes Of Rain On The Windows There Was The Silence Of Death. All Nature Suffers In Such Moments; The Trees Writhe In Pain And Twist Their Heads; The Birds Of The Fields Cower Under The Bushes; The Streets Of Cities Are Deserted.

The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.