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Each Of Us Is A Seed, A Silent Promise, And It Is Always Spring.

Until You Divest Yourself Of The Notion That You Are A Collection Of Needs, An Empty Vessel That Someone Else Must Fill Up, There Will Be No Safe Place To Harbor Yourself, No Safe Shore To Reach. As Long As You Think Mostly Of Getting, You Will Have Nothing Real To Give.

There Are No Perfect Men Of Course, But Some Are More Perfect Than Others, And We Can Use All Of Those We Can Get.

The Act Is Unjustifiable That Either Begs For A Blessing, Or, Having Succeeded Gives No Thanksgiving.

If There Are No Endings, There Are No Beginnings And You See No New Lands, So For Everything That's Lost, There Is Usually Something Gained.