Onehundredthirty

I write what I don't know. It's way more interesting. PATRICK ROTHFUSS


Onehundredtwentynine

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. PERCY BYSSHE…


Onehundredtwentyseven

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. LAO TZU


Onehundredtwentysix

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It…


Onehundredtwentyfour

It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all…


Onehundredtwenty

Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and…


Onehundredtwelve

Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on…


Onehundredeleven

What are the sins of my race, Beloved, what are my people to thee? And…


Onehundredten

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own…


Onehundrednine

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. ANATOLE……