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Heaven, in the production of things, is sure to be bountiful to them, according to their qualities. Hence the tree that is flourishing, it nourishes, while that which is ready to fall, it overthrows.
The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases
The only way I can get through this life is to know that I'm loved.
The end and object of conquest is to avoid doing the same thing as the conquered.
Never stop doing little things for others. Sometimes these little things occupy the biggest part of their hearts.
Every language is a map of a world you have yet to visit.