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Maybe this world is another planet's hell. ALDOUS HUXLEY


Threehundredfiftytwo

There are always flowers for those who want to see them. HENRI MATISSE……


Threehundredfiftyone

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may…


Threehundredfifty

You won't return from the front. I clean the laundry stone in autumn.…


Threehundredfortynine

“Come, let’s have a roof over our heads awhile. Look, further on ahead,…


Threehundredfortyeight

It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I…


Threehundredfortyseven

Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know Well maybe not that…


Threehundredfortysix

Will some one go to the village newspaper, And gather into a book the…


Threehundredfortyfive

With him I proved no bargain-driver, With you, don't think I'll bate a…


Threehundredfortyfour

Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest — Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!…