Work Labour the aspergas me of life the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow --security, leisure, joy, art, literature, even divinity itself.
Work Labour the aspergas me of life the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow --security, leisure, joy, art, literature, even divinity itself.
Joyce for all his devotion to his art, terrible in its austerity, was a lad born with a song on one side of him, a dance on the other; two gay guardian angels every human ought to have.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories