Friday, February 22, 2008
Anais Nin
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
John Stuart Mills
"I have learned to seek my happiness by limiting my desires, rather than attempting to satisfy them."
Back at it.
I couldn't figure out how to access my old blog "Lumbering Lummox" so I had to create this one.
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