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Love Is Life's Snow. It Falls Deepest And Softest Into The Gashes Left By The Fight - Whiter And Purer Than Snow Itself.

Happiness Is The Struggle Towards A Summit And, When It Is Attained, It Is Happiness To Glimpse New Summits On The Other Side.

Never Stop Because You Are Afraid - You Are Never So Likely To Be Wrong.

The First Great Thing Is To Find Yourself And For That You Need Solitude And Contemplation - At Least Sometimes. I Can Tell You Deliverance Will Not Come From The Rushing Noisy Centers Of Civilization. It Will Come From The Lonely Places.

Is It Not In The Struggle To Obtain Knowledge That Happiness Exists? I Am Very Ignorant, Consequently The Conditions Of Happiness Are Mine.