I have a good, hearty laugh and an energetic handshake, and those are trump cards.
Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
Morality, when formal, devours.
The slave and those whose present life is miserable and who can find no consolation in the heavens are assured that at least the future belongs to them. The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.
Everything considered, a determined soul will always manage.
With rebellion, awareness is born