A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.

Author: William Blake

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If a thing loves it is infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

Shame is pride's cloak.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.

The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.

What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.

The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one's life.