Literature Becomes The Living Memory Of A

Cracks Make Caves Collapse.

You're Sincere, But In Order Not To Upset Your Views You Avoid Talking With People Who Think Differently. You Pick Your Thoughts From Conversations With People Like Yourself, From Books Written By People Like Yourself. In Physics They Call It Resonance. You Start Out With Modest Opinions, But They Match And Build Each Other Up To A Scale.

But What Can You Say In A Letter?

He Had Drawn Many A Thousand Of These Rations In Prisons And Camps, And Though He'd Never Had An Opportunity To Weight Them On Scales, And Although, Being A Man Of Timid Nature, He Knew No Way Of Standing Up For His Rights, He, Like Every Other Prisoner, Had Discovered Long Ago That Honest Weight Was Never To Be Found In The Bread-cutting. There Was Short Weight In Every Ration. The Only Point Was How Short. So Every Day You Took A Look To Soothe Your Soul - Today, Maybe, They Haven't Snitched Any.

The Heart Senses Who Is Friend And Who Is No Friend.