I Don't Want Power. I Just Object

A Good Friend Of My Son's Is A Son To Me.

Honesty Is The Only Way With Anyone, When You'll Be So Close As To Be Living Inside Each Other's Skins.

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Don't Wish To Be Normal. Wish To Be Yourself. To The Hilt. Find Out What You're Best At, And Develop It, And Hopscotch Your Weaknesses. Wish To Be Great At Whatever You Are.

Guard Your Honor. Let Your Reputation Fall Where It Will. And Outlive The Bastards.