To love without criticism is to be betrayed.
From Djuna Barnes
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.
A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.
After all, it is not where one washes one's neck that counts but where one moistens one's throat.
This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.
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