For it is in the millions of small melodies that the truth of history is always found, for history only matters because of the effects we see or imagine in the lives of the ordinary people who are caught up in, or give shape to, the great events.

Was it not because I loved man all-too-much? Now I love God. man I love not. Man is for me too imperfect a thing. Love of man would kill me.

-He visto mucho en esta vida -dijo de buen humor-. Y los casados no se miran uno a otro como si estuvieran pensando siempre en el dormitorio. En este mundo o se es virtuoso o se goza. Pero no las dos cosas a un tiempo; No las dos cosas.

THERE ARE ANGELS on this earth and they come in subtle forms,

Written By Lance Armstrong

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