Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
The Ant The ant has made himself illustrious Through constant industry industrious. So what? Would you be calm and placid…
Paradise is somewhere and not anywhere, is something and not anything.
Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists, when you can ignore them like wise men?