Meaning of Life loves the liver of it. :Maya Angelou
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more
No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities..
Flowers are an easy, eloquent expression of love at a time when words can seem clumsy and inadequate