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Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.
The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.
Real life seems to have no plots.
Real life seems to have no plots.
Life is hard. After all it kills you.
Life is hard. After all it kills you.
He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.
He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. read more
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
Basically I am interrested in friendship, sex, and death.
Basically I am interrested in friendship, sex, and death.
Let us live then, and be glad
While young life's before us
After youthful pastime had,
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Let us live then, and be glad
While young life's before us
After youthful pastime had,
After old age had and sad,
Earth will slumber over us.
[Lat., Gaudeamus igitur,
Juvenes dum sumus
Post pucundam juventutem.
Post molestam senectutem.
Nos habetit humus.]