Well, Samuel rode lightly on top of a book and he balanced happily among ideas the way a man rides white rapids in a canoe. But Tom got into a book, crawled and groveled between the covers, tunneled like a mole among the thoughts, and came up with the book all over his face and hands.

Por algún motivo, las palabras adecuadas siempre llegan demasiado tarde.

There are two types of light, the first is the one that will guide you and the other one is the one that will blind you.

Married people dont look like they have bedrooms on their minds when they look at each other. In this world, either you're virtuous or you enjoy yourself. Not both...Not both.

Written By Ayn Rand

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