No thoughtful man ever came to the end of his life, and had time and a little space of calm from which to look back upon it, who did not know and acknowledge that it was what he had done unselfishly and for others, and nothing else, that satisfied him in the retrospect, and made him feel that he had played the man.
Nobody dast blame this man. For a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don't put a bolt to a nut, he don't tell you the law or give you medicine. He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back -- that's an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you're finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.
Non-political conclusion- Egypt: Those days following the catastroph 25th of January, my philosophy about the abstract meanings of humanity and life have been amended, that I observed how much of hideous dirt exists deep inside the Egyptian individuals, that such days immensly braught it up to the surface..
None has more frequent conversations with a disagreeable self than the man of pleasure; his enthusiasms are but few and transient; his appetites, like angry creditors, are continually making fruitless demands for what he is unable to pay; and the greater his former pleasures, the more strong his regret, the more impatient his expectations. A life of pleasure is, therefore, the most unpleasing life.
Not Ready Throughout our lives we continue to progress as we are able. Some of s move more rapidly than others, and dat's O'tay. Being that we are each unique, we therefore travel on our, hopefully chosen, ourselves. We are sometimes shone aspects of life that we unable to understand through whatever reason. We also have come into our life's events, occurrences, people that appear at just the correct time. Being ready to receive the pitch, the catcher prepares to catch. It might be good to do the same. Getting ready is a step towards receiving. KnowyerLoved, CWD