How transcendently beautiful it is to have someone constitute a significant part of your life, rather than a pillaged whole.
(The individual must be partially submerged in silence, to have a piece of life to himself.
Full commitment to any Thing is self’s cheap sale, though they will bargain incessantly for your soul.
You must learn the bully’s bluff: that anything but God has a claim on your time.
One must live for the ideal, the ideal for which one can live and die.)
I have learned to live for little things.
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