In some way, however, small and secret, each of us is a
little mad…Everyone is lonely at bottom and cries to be understood; but we can
never entirely understand someone else, and each of us remains part stranger
even to those who love us…
It is the weak who are cruel; gentleness is to be expected
only from the strong…
Those who do not fear are not really brave, for courage is
the capacity to confront what can be imagined
…You can understand people better if you look at them—-no
matter how old or impressive they may be— as if they are children. For most
of us never mature; we simply grow taller…
Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to
the furthest reaches of which we are capable…
The purpose of life is to matter—to count, to stand for
something, to have it make some difference that we lived at all.
*Leo Rosten
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