Age is a peculiar kind of thief. It slips up on you and steps inside your skin and is so quiet and methodical in its work that you never realize it has stolen your youth until you look into the mirror one morning and see a man you don't recognize.

But in the end all religions point to the same light. In between the light and us, sometimes there are too many rules. The light is here and there are no rules to follow this light.

Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.

Oh, what a world is this when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it!

Written By William Shakespeare

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