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There Are Three Levels Of Service. The Highest Level Is That Of One Who Performs Good Deeds The Whole Day And Yet Feels That He Has Not Acheived Anything. The Second Level Is Someone Who, Though He Has Not Done Anything, Knows That He Has Not Corrected Anything In This World. This Is Good, And There Is Hope For Him That He Might Correct His Ways. However, Someone Who Is Righteous In His Own Eyes Deceived Himself All His Life; His Good Deeds Will Be Lost.

Our Life Must Have An Aim, But We Must Also Ensure That The Direction We Take Is A Good One.

Mozart Resolved His Emotions On A Level That Transformed Them Into Moods Uncontaminated By Mortal Anguish, Enabling Him To Express The Angelic Anguish That Is So Peculiarly His Own.

In Reality, Infinity Is Merely The Distance To The Heart Of A Stranger. Eternity Is The Moment Of Cognition.

Do We Not Find Freedom Along The Guiding Lines Of Discipline?