W. Somerset Maugham
It’s no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it. ― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage. . (Signet; Anniversary ed. edition January 2, 2007) Originally published 1915.
It’s no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it. ― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage. . (Signet; Anniversary ed. edition January 2, 2007) Originally published 1915.
It is always hard like this, not having a world, to imagine one, to go to the far edge apart and imagine, to wall whether in or out, to build a kind of cage for the sake of feeling the bars around us, to give shape to a world. And oh, it is always a… Continue reading William Bronk
Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home? ― Emil M. Cioran, Tears and Saints. (University of Chicago Press; Reprint edition, July 6, 1998) Originally published 1937.