If life throws stones at you,remain calm. Pick up the stones and play seven step stones.

Our deeds still travel with us from afar/And what we have been makes us what we are.

Ay, ay; you want to coax me into thinking him a fine match." "No, indeed, father. I don't love him because he is a fine match." "What for, then?" "Oh, dear, because I have always loved him. I should never like scolding any one else so well; and that is a point to be thought of in a husband.

It’s a vicious circle, people are going deaf because music is played louder and louder. But because they’re going deaf it has to be played louder still.

Written By Milan Kundera

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