Failure or success seem to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is this wriggle.
Failure or success seem to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is this wriggle.
The graveyards are full of indispensable men.
Trust yourself, then you will know how to live.
I have something that I call my Golden Rule. It goes something like this: 'Do unto others twenty-five percent better…
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