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This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose
recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature
instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances
complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy...I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work
the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no "brief
candle" for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of
George Bernard Shaw
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