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What is the purpose of wealth if it cannot serve an ideal that enhances humanity and betters the lives of the people, even if that means those we have never met before in our lives?

Never allow yourself to be sapped of your extraordinary energy that is the necessary ingredient for creating something new and progressive.

Three things have a limited threshold:Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge __re boundless.

If they do these things when the tree is green, what will they do when it is dry?

You can control the visibility of my name and my popularity, but you cannot control the frequency at which people are quoting me. Truth always rises with time.

What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as if you had not received it?

Here__ the truth: Who is spared love is spared grief.

Remember it is not you who supports the root, but the root that supports you.

The masses often let themselves down and even those at the forefront who are hoisting the flag of the cause that is intended to alleviate their miseries. However, they do not do so out of wickedness or malice. Often times, they betray their interests out of incomprehension, docility and resignation to the status quo. In a subtle way, the masses often end up collaborating with those oppressing them.

Evil is something you need to fight until it ceases trying to control you.

...the depth or humaneness of our love depends on the wideness of our souls.

A grandmother__ love is selfless all the way to the bones.

The basis of love that most people share is the intimacy they developed with their partners, the intensity of their attraction, or the similarity of their thought patterns.

A man has a hard time feeling fulfilled when he lives a life that does not serve a purpose that is more than himself.

You don't understand," Alecto replied vacantly. "It isn't that I want to die... I just don't want to exist.

...Unsettling emotions are capable of messing up the most beautiful minds in this world.

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet, tender joy. The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth. I bless the rising sun each day, and, as before, my heart sings to meet it, but now I love even more its setting, its long slanting rays and the soft, tender, gentle memories that come with them, the dear images from the whole of my long, happy life -- and over all the Divine Truth, softening, reconciling, forgiving! My life is ending, I know that well, but every day that is left me I feel how earthly life is in touch with a new infinite, unknown, but approaching life, the nearness of which sets my soul quivering with rapture, my mind glowing and my heart weeping with joy.

I wanted to go to him to save me, but he was the one who broke me this time.