A person rises on a word, and falls on a syllable.
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Cosmopolis
Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn’t calculate his happiness.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Notes from Underground)
I'm the king of my own land.
Facing tempests of dust, I'll fight until the end. Creatures of my dreams, raise up and dance with me.
Now and forever, I'm your king.