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The final mystery is oneself.
The final mystery is oneself.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.
Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill read more
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
- Unattributed Author,
May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.
May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That read more
You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.
