When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

petak, 22.07.2011.

Nothing is as certain as that the vices of leisure are gotten rid of by being busy.
Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.
Memory feeds imagination.
All great truths begin as blasphemies.
I had no idea how much of this was making it through the muffling bag.
The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.

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petak, 22.07.2011.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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