When he went blundering back to God, His songs half written, his work half done, Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod, What hills of peace or pain he won? I hope God smiled and took his hand, And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool! Life’s book is hard to understand: Why couldst thou not remain at school?" A poem by Charles Hanson Towne

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

He did not know that the child who had asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow.

There is nothing more fun than hanging around with friends and banging on instruments. Anyone who has ever done it knows that this is true.

Young men go to war. Sometimes because they have to, sometimes because they want to. Always, they feel they are supposed to. This comes from the sad, layered stories of life, which over the centuries have seen courage confused with picking up arms, and cowardice confused with laying them down.

Fairness, does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young. ~ The blue man

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