Every time that I think of the crucifixion of Christ I commit the sin of envy.

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Humility is attentive patience.

Humility is attentive patience.

Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.

Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.

Evil when we are in its power is not felt as evil but as a necessity even a duty.

Evil, when we are in its power, is not felt as evil but as a necessity, even a duty.

Petroleum is a more likely cause of international conflict than wheat.

Petroleum is a more likely cause of international conflict than wheat.

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