Hardships drive some people apart. Others, like us, grow even closer.

This is the greatest consolation in life. In poetically well-built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.

Course truth don’t count for much after all these years cause folks hangs on to what it suits ’em to believe and won’t let go of it.

The Beauty acquired with makeup is Ephemeral, but the Beauty acquired by doing Virtuous Deeds is Eternal.

Written By J. Mathi Vathani

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