Some how my  dreams are repeating daily by writing.

Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity.

Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victors' being severely tested.

Demostraré en él que el mayor de los males humanos, que la más destructiva y horrible máquina entre todas las inventadas por el hombre, es la ley no objetiva...

Written By Ayn Rand

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