Purge Your Mind Of All Aimless And

The Main Thing We Were Made For Is To Work With Others.

What Is Not Good For The Swarm Is Not Good For The Bee.

Nothing Befalls Any Man Which He Is Not Fitted To Endure.

Reject Your Sense Of Injury, And The Injury Itself Disappears.

"sweep Me Up And Send Me Where You Please." For There I Will Retain My Spirit, Tranquil And Content, As Long As It Can Feel And Act In Harmony With Its Own Nature. Is A Change Of Place Enough Reason For My Soul To Become Unhappy And Worn, For Me To Become Depressed, Humbled, Cowering, And Afraid? Can You Discover Any Reasons For This?