believed he had roamed all over the globe—he would certainly have learned how to manage.  None the less, in fine, I was very glad to show Mrs. Nettlepoint I thought of her.  With my long absence I had lost sight

I owe my first inkling of the problem of infinity to a large biscuit tin that was a source of vertiginous mystery during my childhood.

No one owns anything. Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them. And if nothing belongs to me, then there's no point wasting my time looking after things that aren't mine.

One can complain because rosebushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

Written By Abraham Lincoln

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