“ Oh, love that lives its life with laughter Or love that lives its life with tears Can die—but love that is never spoken Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . .”
'For someone who lives an unwise life, but didn't have a choice, then the limit is choice. For someone who lives an unwise life, but had a choice, the limit is the perception of wisdom. For someone who lives a wise life, but doesn't have a choice, the limit again is choice. For someone who lives a wise life, but has a choice, there is no definite limit. Therefore, the limit of wisdom is the limit upon choice and the limit upon the perception of wisdom.'
No matter what Aristotle and the Philosophers say, nothing is equal to tobacco; it's the passion of the well-bred, and he who lives without tobacco lives a life not worth living.
The experiences of life purge me, reinforce me to face the fickleness of life, in the lightning flash of life the stars descend into the ocean in silence: I feel dears.
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