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I hate all children of precocious talent.

I hate all children of precocious talent.

Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what
the morrow will bring with it.

Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what
the morrow will bring with it.

What if we weren't what we thought all along? What if we were likeable, lovable even, funny and talented and read more

What if we weren't what we thought all along? What if we were likeable, lovable even, funny and talented and easy to be around, easy to like? Then our self concept was a lie, told to us by cruelty.

This is no time for staring about.

This is no time for staring about.

The more highminded a man is the more easily is his anger
appeased.

The more highminded a man is the more easily is his anger
appeased.