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Find out what you like doing best and get someone to pay you for it.
Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death.
Poets, like friends to whom you are in debt, you hate.
Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
You shall hear a good account of me or of my death.
Gosh, I'd like to direct Our Town on stage.
I wanted to clear all the lies and let the truth come out. I have hate crawling through my system.
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
