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The Swan Who Goes On Living In Its Parents' Tree Will Die; This Is Why Those Who Are Beautiful And Talented Bear The Burden Of Finding Their Own Way In The World.

We Lead Our Lives Like Water Flowing Down A Hill, Going More Or Less In One Direction Until We Splash Into Something That Forces Us To Find A New Course.

His Face Was Very Heavily Creased, And Into Each Crease He Had Tucked Some Worry Or Other, So That It Wasn't Really His Face Any Longer, But More Like A Tree That Had Nests Of Birds In All Of The Branches. He Had To Struggle Constantly To Manage It And Always Looked Worn Out From The Effort.

I Will Think Of You Every Time I Need To Be Reminded That There Is Beauty And Goodness In The World.

Every Man Has His Destiny. But Who Needs To Go To A Fortune-teller To Find It? Do I Go To A Chef To Find Out If I'm Hungry?