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"In some way, however small and secret, each of us is a little mad. . . Everyone is lonely at bottom and cries to be understood; but we can never entirely understand someone else, and each of us remains part stranger even to those who love us . . . . It is the weak who are cruel ~ gentleness is to be expected only from the strong . . . . Those who do not know fear are not really brave, for courage is the capacity to confront what can be imagined . . . . You can confront what can be imagined . . . . You can understand better if you look at them ~ no matter how old or impressive they may be ~ as if they are children. For most of us never mature; We simply grow taller . . . . Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable. . . . . The purpose of life is to matter ~ To count to stand for something, to have it make some difference that we lived at all." |
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