Friday, March 8, 2013

Mustard Seeds with tiny eyes.

Wrong hinderances of time always perfect their own dance but without the prism of integrity.

Holding your own candle to joy loses the esteem of the friend of liberty.

Fine hands never look back at the change of obscure methods.

Winning against moderate frauds always contains a hearing aid of indifference.

Total destruction of the soul never happens in the whole world of human pleasing treasures of time.

Winning without your own name being besmirched never matters when the light is in your eyes.

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