My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
Where Earwigs Dare A silver trail across the monitor; fresh mouse-droppings beneath the swivel-chair; the view obscured by rogue japonica.…
The game of science is, in principle, without end. He who decides one day that scientific statements do not call…
What one calls the interruptions are precisely one's real life — the life God is sending one day by day.
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