My heart is sad, my eyes grow dim, Yet do I put my trust in Him, And in due time, all sorrow past, In safety home I’ll come at last.

the strange ideas we derive today will one day be our celebrated truths

I&#39;m elected. I don&#39;t report to any politician. I report to the people. If I had to report to any politician, I&#39;d quit tomorrow. I&#39;m not tall, dark and handsome. They don&#39;t vote for me because I look like a movie star. I can&#39;t get that vote. People keep voting for me because they like what I do.

The branches and leaves move with each light breeze as if it were expected, were what had been waited for all this time.

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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