We are capable of greater things than we realize

There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.
Rudeness is the weak man’s imitation of strength.
I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams.

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