Let a man turn to his own childhood-no further-if he will renew his sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.
The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.
The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood.
Happiness is not a matter of events, it depends upon the tides of the mind.
Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.