At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where [...]
It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self. — Agnes Repplier photo: Luke Bryan Takes You Home to [...]
There’s a thousand lives we might live, But when it comes down to it, We each must make the most Of the tools at hand, To live the life we have, And to make it shine. [...]