Thursday, October 17, 2013

Peace

Peace is its own strength, it comes from the innermost strength, it is the bravest thing, it stands apart, and it asks for no reward. It is the companion of love and of beauty, and it can also be the companion of weakness and cowardice, at its height, at its most powerful, it can be a fire, and at its depth of its weakness, it can be a traitor.
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