Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Good ideas are not adopted automatically. They must be driven into practice with courageous patience.
Time is the fire in which we burn. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
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