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But I Am Happy. And Happiness, I Have Decided, Is A Noble Ambition.

I Want To Be Judged Harshly Because That Forces Me To Really Sit Down And Focus.

Real Power... Comes Not From Hate, But From Truth.

Living Men Are Bound By Time... Thus, Their Lives Have An Urgency. This Gives Them Ambition. Makes Them Choose Those Things That Are Most Important, Cling More Tightly To That Which They Hold Dear. Their Lives Have Seasons, And Rites Of Passage, And Consequences. And Ultimately, An End. But What Of A Life With No Urgency? What Then Of Ambition? What Then Of Love?

‎and When This Intoxication Has Worn Away... When Every Desire Is Fulfilled And Every Language Learned- When There Are No More Distant Cities To Explore; No Classics To Be Studied; Not Another Coin To Be Stuffed In To One's Coffers- What Then? One Can Have All The Comforts Of The World, But What Use Are They If There Is No Comfort In Them?