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Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you represents determinism; the way you play it read more
Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you represents determinism; the way you play it is free will.
Promise yourself to live your life as a revolution and not just a process of evolution. -Anthony J. D'Angelo.
Promise yourself to live your life as a revolution and not just a process of evolution. -Anthony J. D'Angelo.
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
Beginnings are often scary, endings are often sad, but it's the middle that counts. You should remember that when you read more
Beginnings are often scary, endings are often sad, but it's the middle that counts. You should remember that when you find yourself at the beginning.
Enjoy what you can, endure what you must!
Enjoy what you can, endure what you must!
Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep
Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,
Even to read more
Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep
Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,
Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all
Where pity is, for pity makes the world
Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to read more
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be read more
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.
We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
