“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”

“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”

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Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.

If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

The most successful people are those who are good at plan B

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It is not kings and generals that make history but the masses of the people, the workers, the peasants, the doctors, the clergy, their daily decisions, their everyday acts, their sense of responsibility.