Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget th >>
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported b >>
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and th >>
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The end of life is life. Life is action, the use of one's powers. And >>
Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself. >>
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked