A Quote I found in a book I'm currently reading:
All man's honours to man are small beside the greatest prize
to which he may and must aspire- the finding of his soul, his spirit, his
divine strength and worth- the knowledge that he
can and must live in freedom and dignity- the final realisation
that life is not a daily dying, not a pointless end,
not an ashes-to-ashes and dust-to-dust,
but a soaring and blinding gift snatched from eternity.
- The Prize, Irving Wallace, 1964
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