It’s not a matter of old or new forms; a person writes without thinking about any forms, he writes because it flows freely from his soul. Seagull
Sex: a sweet poison only to the withered, but to the lion-willed the great cordial and the reverently reserved wine of wines. Thus Spoke Zarathustra
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. The Hobbit
No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle. Never Give In!
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