I would have quit before I went rock-n-roll. I know one way, and that&#39;s natural, and when I can&#39;t make it, I&#39;ll come home and stay. I believe in my music.

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach—that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again. It is artificial and, even then, bought at the price of an obstinate estrangement from oneself and one’s history.

You can choose to be free , but it's last decision you'll ever make

The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream.

Written By Henryk Sienkiewicz

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