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| I like this one! May the road rise up to meet you may the wind be always at your back May the sun shine warm on your face And the rain fall soft upon your fields And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of his hand. -an old Irish Blessing |
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| Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice. Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love.
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