When you sell a man

When you sell a man
“When you sell a man a book, you don''t sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.”
Christopher Morley
  

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Discussion is the way for gaining knowledge"...

"Argument is the way for gaining enemies..."

-Robert Stille
"I leave you, hoping that the lamp of liberty
will burn in your bosoms until there shall no longer
be a doubt that all men are created free and equal."
-Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
An Excellent Quote:

I Believe In Love

At First Sight!!

Because...

I Have Loved My

Mother Ever

Since I Opened My Eyes...
“Mankind must remember that peace is not God''s gift to his creatures; peace is our gift to each other.”
Elie Wiesel quote
~* A Great Feeling Quote *~

S o m e

O f

U s

F e e l

T h e

R a i n ,

O t h e r s

J u s t

G e t

W e t
Always Bear In Mind

That Your Own

Resolution To Succeed

Is More Important Than

Any One Thing ...

~ Abraham Lincoln ~
eusomymosid?

Arrange these letters in 4 words eusomymosid?

Answer :

Do you miss me
"Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves,
and, under a just God, cannot retain it."
-Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

Mitch Albom
"God is the friend of silence.
See how nature-trees, flowers, grass-grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...
We need silence to be able to touch souls."
-Mother Teresa (1910-1997)
“Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all.

You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor.

But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it.

You hold it. You dance with it.

Life has to end. Love doesn’t.”
"Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)