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Nothing begins...

Nothing begins and nothing ends
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in another's pain,
And perish in our own.                                        - Francis Thompson.

The hills of Georgia in sombre night are veiled,
Below, the swift Aragva purls its song,
My wishful mood is light, my sadness is elate,
To you my melancholy thoughts belong...              - Pushkin.


It isn't life that weighs us down, it's the way we carry it.
The snob's error is to put good taste before a good heart.              - Joseph Epstein.
The Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them unto you.
A lot of good things have come from dreaming.                             - Arthur Miller.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.              - Percy B. Shelley
No one can ride your back unless it is bent.


Yesterday, I was searching something in all my purses and came across an old purse which contained two paper chits on which I had written these lines some five years ago when I was in college. Thought I'd share these pearls with you.

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  1. AnonymousJune 15, 2011 at 8:09 PM

    Super, liked all. Especially, this "It isn't life that weighs us down, it's the way we carry it."

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