meantime nature has not failed to equip us in the truth to which she has called us to live. we come to wear one cut of face and figure and acquire by degrees the gentlest asinine expression. the person who doesn’t read is no better off than the person who can’t read. there is a mortifying experience in particular which does not fail to wreak itself also in the general history.

i mean the foolish face of “praise”, the forced smile which we put on in company where we do not feel at ease in answer to conversation which does not interest us. the muscles, not spontaneously moved, but moved by a low usurping willfulness, grow tight about the outline of the face with the most disagreeable sensation.

the most painful times are life’s most rewarding moments. there can be no joy without sorrow. there is only one way of learning and it is to teach yourself. the strength or the weakness of your imagination determines the quality of your life. we must first be willing to be vulnerable before we expect to receive anything good. life will not show you how instead it will ask you yes or no. the history of our world is many great decisions.

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