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The art of losing isn't hard to masters; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that read more
The art of losing isn't hard to masters; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
There are two days in the week on which I never worry; One is yesterday and the other is tomorrow.
There are two days in the week on which I never worry; One is yesterday and the other is tomorrow.
I think over again my small adventures, my fears, These small ones that seemed so big. For all the vital read more
I think over again my small adventures, my fears, These small ones that seemed so big. For all the vital things I had to get and to reach. And yet there is only one great thing, The only thing. To live to see the great day that dawns And the light that fills the world.
To most people loneliness is a doom. Yet loneliness is the very thing which God has chosen to be one read more
To most people loneliness is a doom. Yet loneliness is the very thing which God has chosen to be one of the schools of training for His very own. It is the fire that sheds the dross and reveals the gold.
Why waste negative entropy on comments, when you could use the same entropy to create bugs instead?
Why waste negative entropy on comments, when you could use the same entropy to create bugs instead?
Neither irony or sarcasm is argument.
Neither irony or sarcasm is argument.
Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is read more
Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry. Worry never fixes anything.
The moment avoiding failure becomes your motivation, you're down the path of inactivity. You stumble only if you're moving.
The moment avoiding failure becomes your motivation, you're down the path of inactivity. You stumble only if you're moving.
We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.
We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.
