Where no wood is, there the fire goeth out so where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth.
Where no wood is, there the fire goeth out so where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth.
He that ceaseth to be a friend never was a good one.
I put for the general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories