She is the ocean of love, her patience is  the depth  of  nature.

Everybody's got something. In the end, what choice does one really have but to understand that truth, to really take it in, and then shop for groceries, get a haircut, do one's work; get on with the business of one's life.  That's the hope, anyway.

We live in a society where the doors that speak are topic of focus and discussion.

The finest plans have always been spoiled by the littleness of them that should carry them out. Even emperors can&#39;t do it all by themselves.

Written By Bertolt Brecht

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