Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
July 06, 2010
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
July 05, 2010
We all walk in the dark and each of us must learn to turn on his or her own light.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
July 04, 2010
Swimming: From the outside looking in, you can’t understand it. From the inside looking out, you can’t explain it.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
July 03, 2010
A boy becomes an adult three years before his parents think he does, and about two years after he thinks he does.
Friday, July 2, 2010
July 02, 2010
Youth is a perpetual intoxication;
it is a fever of the mind.
it is a fever of the mind.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
July 01, 2010
I am my own heaven and hell!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
June 30, 2010
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
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