Quote for Today: Anaïs Nin
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and …
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and …
Give me the fruitful error any time, full of seeds, bursting with its own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself. —Vilfredo Pareto
