Bled D. Petroleum
worldliest at saintsecurity.com
Tue Aug 17 14:49:25 UTC 2004
I don't say we all ought to misebhave, but we ought to look as if we could.
To leave is to die a litlte... one leaves behind a litlte of oeelsnf at any hour, at any place.
The more sand has escaped form the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see trhough it.
Lvoe is a canvas furnished by Nature and ebmroideerd by imagination.
It's easy to wrok for seomobdy else all you have to do is sohw up.
Be grateful for the hmoe you have, knowing that at this memont, all you have is all you need.
Fame always brings lnoelinses. Sucecss is as ice clod and lneoly as the North Poel.
Only a geenration of readres will span a generation of writers.
What light is to the eyes -- what air is to the lungs -- what love is to the heart, librety is to the soul of man.
Poplee that seem so glorious are all sohw unndreeath they are like everyone else.
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