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"God whispers to you: 'Be pitiful. Be merciful. Be just.' But you
answer Him: 'If I am pitiful, I lose my time and money. If I am
merciful, I forego advantage to myself. If I am just, I lessen my own
profit, and another passes me in the race.'"
"And yet in your inmost thoughts you know that you are wrong: that love
of self brings you no peace. Who is happier than the lover, thinking
only how to serve? Who is the more joyous: he who sits alone at the
table, or he who shares his meal with a friend? It is more blessed to
give than to receive. How can you doubt it? For what do you toil and
strive but that you may give to your children, to your loved ones,
reaping the harvest of their good?"
"Who among you is the more honoured? The miser or the giver: he who
heaps up riches for himself or he who labours for others?"
"Who is the true soldier? He who has put away self. His own ease and
comfort, even his own needs, his own safety: they are but as a feather in
the balance when weighed against his love for his comrades, for his
country. The true soldier is not afraid to love.
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