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Sometimes Happiness Consists Of Finding The Right Balance Of Misery.

Human Beings Are Free Except When Humanity Needs Them.

Life Is Full Of Grief, To Exactly The Degree We Allow Ourselves To Love Other People.

For Children Love Is A Feeling; For Adults, It Is A Decision. Children Wait To Learn If Their Love Is True By Seeing How Long It Lasts; Adults Make Their Love True By Never Wavering From Their Commitment.

A Weak King Must Be What Other Kings Have Been; A Strong King Is Himself, And From Then On The Meaning Of The Name Of King Is Changed.