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.