Tuesday, January 9, 2024

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ~Emily Brontë






 It is a general rule, to which there is no exception, that man must love something. Under certain circumstances you would love even a rattlesnake; the loving fibre in man cannot remain entirely inert. The human soul abhors a vacuum; observe attentively the most hardened egoist, and at last you will find, like a little flower among the stones, an affection hidden under a fold of his soul. ~Claude Tillier

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