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By B.K. Date: 2014 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2014.04.01.14.13.2456]] |
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This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four." - Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar Mark Twain Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. It is chiefly in this that mannered love differs from passionate love. The charms of your beloved are not a matter of self-congratulation, except as a stroke of luck. Finally, there are no age limits for love. Stendhal She's mad but she's magic There is no lie in her fire. If someone burns you soul with purpose and desire, it's your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life. Charles Bukowski You must have chaos within you to give birth To a dancing star Nietzsche April 1, 2014 (bk) |