phrases, quotes, aphorisms
It's the anarchy of poverty delights me. Weather
It's the anarchy of poverty delights me.
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another. Love
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter. Inspiration Philosophy
They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter.
What common language to unravel? Inspiration
What common language to unravel?
History is a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living. History
History is a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living.
The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned. Adversity
The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned.
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Miscellaneous
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.
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