The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching.
The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching.
To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.
A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.
Leave undone whatever you hesitate to do.
Love. Its roots are deep. Its source unknowable.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories