The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light; although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted.

he had learned in his years of tracking Indians that things which seemed impossible often weren’t. They only became so if one thought about them too much so that fear took over. The thing to do was go.

And who ever said the world was fair, little lady? Maybe death is fair, but certainly not life. We must accept the unfairness as proof of the sublime flux of existence, the capricious music of the universe- and go on about our tasks

Don't think about what you'll tell people afterward. The time is here and now. Make the most of it.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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