Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.
Every life is a march from innocence, through temptation, to virtue or vice.
Often people ask how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is that I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs, or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I chose gratitude.
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