C. S. Lewis
We are not living in a world where all roads are radii of a circle and where all, if followed long enough, will therefore draw gradually nearer and finally meet at the centre: rather in a world where every road, after a few miles, forks into two, and each of those into two again, and at each fork, you must make a decision.
Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.
Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement. One fails forward toward success.
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one."
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