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Happiness is not something ready-made. It comes from your own actions.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.
There are no incurable diseases — only the lack of will.
Trust no Future, however pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present!
The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them. That's the essence of inhumanity.