A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea...more
A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
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Friday, January 17, 2014
He left the hotel and went straight to the Salt Mine…
