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In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.
In solitude, we discover that our being is enough.
When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.