Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive believer can be seen to risk the torments of the afterlife for the smallest pleasure.

The world in the middle of the night had life but empty on the streets as we prepare for flakes to fall. In the mist of stormy weather
Joining our atmosphere.

To get something in the world... Need to invest first

I have known no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.

Written By Max Beerbohm

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