And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection

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"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Maybe? Could Be? Nah, Probably Not.

I read this somewhere once. "Money can't buy you happiness, but somehow, love can."

Personally, I thought this was rubbish. Until just recently.

So now, I'm starting to wonder...

2 comments:

spongebabe said...

whoever said that money can't buy happiness is obviously broke.

of course money CAN buy happiness.

tsk.

Cough Syrup Junkie said...

hah! in love?!!