These things...they are who you are. They brought you here. To this day. You didn't give me a chance to understand that ever the unattractive parts of you, the messy parts, were something I could accept.

When a man is finally boxed and he has no choice, he begins to decorate his box. So Hazel, condemned to the presidency, since he could not escape it, began to ornament it. A man can climb high on the steps of responsibility.

...ella pregunto: -Francisco, ¿Cuál es el tipo más depravado que existe?. -El hombre que carece de propósitos.

Written By Ayn Rand

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