I should be a candle, shining with a warm brilliance so that I may illuminate those around me. It sounds awfully trite, and there will be no doubt many, many occasions when I would simply fail to live up to it, but let it stand as a reminder of my life's purpose.
' ... From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.' The day was breaking. In the disfigured street He left me, with a kind of valediction, And faded on the blowing of the horn.
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