Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
John Updike (1932 -)
Contributed by: Joy Bringer
America is a vast conspiracy to make you happy.
We are most alive when we’re in love.
What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.
Being naked approaches being revolutionary; going barefoot is mere populism.
Sex is like money; only too much is enough.
Contributed by: James Brown
The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old, The birds are flown.
Contributed by: Zaady
Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solicitude is the enemy of well-being.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
The crooked little tomato branches, pulpy and pale as if made of cheap green paper, broke under the weight of so much fruit; there was something frantic in such fertility, a crying-out like that of children frantic to please.
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