If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.
Edmund Wilson (1895 - 1972)
Contributed by: donmullen
If you ain't the lead dog, the scenery never changes.
Contributed by: Zaady
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