All my pains has always increased my sense of purpose.

We human beings glimpse lofty ideals, catch ourselves betraying them, and sink to suicidal despair–despair from which only the love of our friends can save us, since friends see in us those nobler qualities we ourselves, out of long familiarity, have forgotten we possess. That, of course, is why the suicidal person is difficult around his friends.

My dear, if heaven is truly a place, then it is situated in your heart, that special place, that was reserved for me.

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