We were constantly hearing it repeated, that we must never again look upon ourselves as our own; but must remember, that we were solemnly and irrevocably devoted to God.

That I wanted more. That night I dreamed of kissing her again and wondered if she was thinking the same thing.

It marked, further, the decay or going to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and a handicap in the ruthless struggle for existence.

A Warrior of Light never resorts to trickery, but he knows how to distract his opponent.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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