“Strength must build up, not destroy. It should outdo itself, not others who are weaker. Used without responsibility, it causes nothing but harm and death. I can lift the heaviest weights, but I can not take the responsibility off my shoulders. Because the way we use our strength defines our fate. What traces will I leave on my path into the future? Do we really have to kill in order to live? My true strength lies in not seeing weakness as weakness. My strength needs no victims. My strength is my compassion.” WayNeedsShouldI CanUseUsedLyingOrderCausesResponsibilityCompassionPathFateSeeingWeaknessWeightVictimHarmShouldersLiftsCan NotTrue Strength Author:Patrik Baboumian
“Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.” LooksEyeLyingHouseNewsLowsProfoundInspiredRoundsCaughtPassingPassingsPostsLiftsBrownVillageNutsToilRetiredStatesmenMirthInnsAleDraught Book:The miscellaneous works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: with a biographical memoir of the author, written expressly for this edition Source: The miscellaneous works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: with a biographical memoir of the author, written expressly for this edition