Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each? . H. Rider Haggard
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This quote is a good reminder that we cannot control what happens in our lives. What we do with the little we have is what really counts. Sometimes I think that we all try too hard to control things and that we end up doing more harm than good with our efforts. If we just stop trying so hard, the rest will take care of itself.

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