Richard Johnson painting
In some way, however small and secret, each of us
is a little mad. Everyone is lonely at the bottom
and cries to be understood. But we can never entirely
understand someone else.
Each of us remains part stranger, even to those who
love us. It is the weak who are cruel; Gentleness
is expected only from the strong. Those who do not
know fear are not really brave, For courage is
the capacity to confront what can be imagined.
You can understand people better if you look at them,
-- No matter how old or impressive they may be -- As
if they are children. For most of us never mature,
we simply grow taller.
Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts
to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.
The purpose of life is to matter, to count, to stand
for something.
To have it make some difference that we have lived at all.
Leo Rosten
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