The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good an ill together; our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
All's well that ends well, Act 4, Sc. 3.
Today's Mandala.
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I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it. J. D. Salinger, happy birthday Jerome David. -
Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them. Sitting Bull
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