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Perfection Is Not When There Is No More To Add, But No More To Take Away.

But The Conceited Man Did Not Hear Him. Conceited People Never Hear Anything But Praise.

Let A Man In A Garret But Burn With Enough Intensity And He Will Set Fire To The World.

The Seed Haunted By The Sun Never Fails To Find Its Way Between The Stones In The Ground. And The Pure Logician, If No Sun Draws Him Forth, Remains Entangled In His Logic.

Let Your Dream Devour Your Life, Not Your Life Devour Your Dream.