He was nearly blind in his left eye, and said left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches. Whenever he wanted to see something well, he turned his head and looked from his right eye.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."  (Sonnet 116)

Everything that could produce a clash between the Arab world and the West seemed dangerous to me.

The poor and the middle class work for money. The rich have money work for them.

Written By Robert T. Kiyosaki

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