You have to pay for this view (onto which he looks while writing), so our expenses keep us pretty motivated to write. It's a vicious cycle.

I have a theory that it is always the women who propose to us, and not we who propose to the women.

The war was a long way away. Maybe there wasn't any war. There was no war here. Then I realized it was over for me. But I did not have the feeling that it was really over. I had the feeling of a boy who thinks of what is happening at a certain hour at the schoolhouse from which he has played truant.

A man must be big enough to admit his mistakes, smart enough to profit from them, and strong enough to correct them.

Written By John C. Maxwell

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