The more you think about life, the more its ambushes open up and its pathless wastes appear.
The more you think about life, the more its ambushes open up and its pathless wastes appear.
By the same author and on kindred topics.
How little it takes to be happy, and a hundred times less to suffer forever.
Indeed, it is terrible even to think that neither our hatreds nor our loves depend on our free will.