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Tilting at windmills hurts you more than the windmills.

A brute kills for pleasure. A fool kills from hate.

The more you love, the more you can love and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.

Delusions are often functional. A mother’s opinions about her children’s beauty, intelligence, goodness, et cetera ad nauseum, keep her from drowning them at birth.

Yield to temptation; it may not pass your way again.