If I have any wish or dream at all, it is to know at death what I knew when I was born; the quest is love; the rest is now. December 2, 2019 [ 588 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Tilting at Windmills’
We do not know what we will be called upon to do.
And it is not unusual at all that we do not know we are doing it.
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Es él distinguida por la vida imaginaria —
o, “Sin molinos de viento, su mundo no es más que un sombrero divertido.”
(Con disculpas á Cervantes)
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