Sometimes when I saw him at a distance – fists in pockets, whistling, bobbing along with his springy old walk – I would have a strong pang of affection mixed with regret. I forgave him, a hundred times over, and never on the basis of anything more than this: a look, a gesture, a certain tilt of his head.

Who owned no property and never desired to since the earth was no man's but all men's, as light and air and weather were.

I mean, most actresses can&#39;t host and most hostesses can&#39;t act, and that&#39;s the general rule in the industry.

We ought to face our destiny with courage.

Written By Friedrich Nietzsche

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