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I sit and think all day and it is doing me no good. Without responsibilities, I am supposed to be relaxed. Instead, I am consistently on edge. I am worried sick, but I hope that it is all in my head.
But while you laugh like a little girl, you think like a martyr.
The idea of loving one's neighbors is possible only as an abstraction: it may be conceivable to love one's fellow man at a distance, but it is almost never possible to love him at close quarters.
I think that if the devil doesn't exist and is therefore man's creation, man has made him in his own image.
There is nothing a free man is so anxious to do as to find something to worship.
But while you laugh like a little girl, you think like a martyr.
The idea of loving one's neighbors is possible only as an abstraction: it may be conceivable to love one's fellow man at a distance, but it is almost never possible to love him at close quarters.
I think that if the devil doesn't exist and is therefore man's creation, man has made him in his own image.
There is nothing a free man is so anxious to do as to find something to worship.