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Memory moderates prosperity, decreases adversity, controls youth and delights old age.
Memory moderates prosperity, decreases adversity, controls youth and delights old age.
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.
There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and read more
There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.
Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.
When the imagination and will power are in conflict, are antagonistic, it is always the imagination which wins, without any read more
When the imagination and will power are in conflict, are antagonistic, it is always the imagination which wins, without any exception.
You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best read more
You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.
It's how we spend our time here and now, that really matters. If you are fed up with the way read more
It's how we spend our time here and now, that really matters. If you are fed up with the way you have come to interact with time, change it.
Dubito ergo cogito; cogito ergo sum.(I doubt, therefore I think; I think therefore I am)
Dubito ergo cogito; cogito ergo sum.(I doubt, therefore I think; I think therefore I am)
If you close your eyes, you could just as well imagine me to be vintage Ali MacGraw, circa 1968.
If you close your eyes, you could just as well imagine me to be vintage Ali MacGraw, circa 1968.
