Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
Haiku Error Message Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred.
A life lived in the margins and the footnotes of himself - his epitaph: He Digressed
Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly…