The only tyrant I accept in this world is the still voice within.
Mohandas Gandhi
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all She had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne'er a word said She;
But, oh! The things I learned
from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
Robert Browning Hamilton
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