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(Marc Aurel 121-180 AD) Roman emperor from 161-180, philosopher, was adopted by his uncle Antoninus Pius at the suggestion of Emperor Hadrian at the age of seventeen. Marc Aurel undertook reforms in the judiciary and administration. He founded schools, orphanages and hospitals for the needy.

Quotes: The soul is the color of your thoughts. Our life is what our thinking makes it. The best way to get revenge: Do not reward like with like. The ability to live happily comes from a power inherent in the soul. Despair inevitably afflicts those whose souls are out of balance. If you knew the source of human opinions and interests, you would cease to seek people's applause and praise.

It is the roots from which the thought grows, it is the soil that supports and nourishes the roots so that the seedling sprouts towards the light of freedom, because nothing wants to end in the crumb without bearing the fruit, for the purpose to fulfill, which is stuck in the seed and swells.

It goes down to the filigree of what is supposed to germinate at the other end, forces that belong to the beginning of creation and elude the moment, because it is the spirit that takes off, rushes by, grasps, forms and further models, work that out the shaping creates the shape that gives the image.

It stretches and bends, despite the weight of the ground, because what takes off is the spirit that pulls the germ out of the ground, because the ground only belongs to the beginning in the brevity of the handover. There it is the three-phase gift from spirit to the ground and back to spirit, when the dead comes to life in the creation well of the forces.

It sprouts and grows, hangs on lung leaves and sets up flowers, yes it lifts and widens the narrowness to the level of young hope and expands the dewy and scented spring meadow to anticipation. The thought begins to run the new route and to whirl where there is freedom, where friends shake hands and love hugs.

Under the railing, flowers entwine, which greet in the splendor of the shapes and colors in the adult and the grace, which gives the eye the magic. A word that would like to form leans spontaneously on the singing voice, because there is great joy in being there when life is reborn in the world sound of harmony, where time finds itself anew in eternity.

Flower heads sway in the wind, they bend respect towards what they touch with attention and devotion in contemplation and silence, because wherever nature as mother asks the looking eye for devotion, modesty should immediately in the course of simultaneity because otherwise the timeless gift of greatness cannot be recommended.

Whether in this contemplation the intellect in the permanence of its restlessness understands this is a question that is as old as humanity and has remained open, although there is no lack of insight and diligence. The path demands his respect, which is not to be trodden on, but in thorough reflection on what life is and should be in thought.

In understanding it should become joy that is to be received quite naturally, no one should take unduly important if he wants to take it with the truth and keep it in all simplicity, because the understanding already demands that great is not the one considers himself to be great, but, conversely, is the ladder that goes up for those who feel small at the sight of that greatness.

It is also the case that the thoughts sometimes stumble and stop flowing when something of importance is missing, because obstacles block mentally what went and should go smoothly over long distances carried by the river. There are forces that, as counter-forces, cancel the course of development with power and bring what has been built to collapse and thus harm humanity.

The happiness of life, it is man's longing for the peoples' torments, because things of power have abused and desecrated defenseless people, so that exhaustion sinks and grooves over vastness into terrible depths. As far as humanity is concerned, it is important to gather and bundle the last of your strengths once more in order not to lose sight of the goal with all the wounds.