I was suffering from a peculiar and persistent sense that I was being pursued, and also the conviction that under the political order of the times, our lives had no meaning.

We kill, kill, kill. Flesh, spirit, whatever gets in our way. It's like our whole purpose is to extinguish life. And for those who live, there's memory, like a curse. We're such a mixture of frailty and cruelty.

The most challenging part of being a boss is that nobody will tell you if your work is suffering.

In this world in which we live simplicity and kindness are the only magic wands that work wonders

Written By L. Frank Baum

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