My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
I am a stranger, and I shall remain a stranger until the white and friendly wings of Death carry me home into my beautiful country. There, where light and peace and understanding abide, I will await the other strangers who will be rescued by the friendly trap of time from this narrow, dark world.
Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran
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