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Over-anxiety Ultimately Banishes Every Trace Of Joy From Life.

Scars Speak More Loudly Than The Sword That Caused Them.

The Soul Loves All Things Beautiful And Deep.

There Is No Better Time Than The Autumn To Begin Forgetting The Things That Trouble Us, Allowing Them To Fall Away Like Dried Leaves. There Is No Better Time To Dance Again, To Make The Most Of Every Crumb Of Sunlight And Warm Body And Soul With Its Rays Before It Falls Asleep And Becomes Only A Dim Light Bulb In The Skies.

Dreams Cannot Be Tamed. Dreamers Cannot Be Ruled.