Sure, cried the tenant men, but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours-being born on it, working it, dying on it. The Grapes of Wrath
In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. The Alchemist
Death hangs over thee: whilst yet thou livest, whilst thou mayest, be good. Book IV
Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness. Autumn Leaves
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