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They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold. And I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

Kahlil Gibran

Author FrankPosted on September 21, 2019Categories Uncategorized

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Throughout history, poverty is the normal condition of man. Advances which permit this norm to be exceeded — here and there, now and then — are the work of an extremely small minority, frequently despised, often condemned, and almost always opposed by all right-thinking people. Whenever this tiny minority is kept from creating, or (as sometimes happens) is driven out of a society, the people then slip back into abject poverty. This is known as “bad luck”.

— Robert A. Heinlein

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