Quite without warning, I began to cry. No sobbing, no throat-gripping spasms. Water simply welled in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks, slow as cold honey. A quiet acknowledgment of despair as things spiraled slowly out of control.

How in the world--when what is such knowledge but suffering?

"Me estuve buscando y finalmente me encontré; el nuevo y emocionante camino que se abrió fue simplemente la aventura de "volver a casa", un nuevo comienzo para volver a lo que siempre fui "

I love to look at you. I always think of what Gordon Prescott said. He said that you are God’s perfect exercise in structural mathematics.

Written By Ayn Rand

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