Like each bloom that opens inwards spring,
After winter's long, harsh abuse...
Life, each dawn, is a renewal...
A run a peril to bloom inwards all hues.
Happiness is non achieved past times the witting pursuit of happiness;
it is by too large the by-product of other activities.
Aldous Huxley - (1894-1963, British author)
"It's non plenty to live on busy...
the query is: what are nosotros busy about?"
Henry David Thoreau
Starting each day, I shall recollect to communicate my joy
as good equally my despair, too hence that nosotros tin know each other better;
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