The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper......for I can still feel happy, laugh, and hold my head high despite one blow after another. Not a fan of boxing/wrestling, but I understand that you are not lost no matter now many blows you received, as long as you can stand up again.
-- Aristotle
Here am I, looking forward to the daffodils when everyone is thinking "snow" and "cold". I could bet that there will be no snow today-my joints told me so.
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