I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Sunday 27 November 2011
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, hunger, mosquitoes and silly people.
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