Rae Feutz

DEAR GOD. DEAR STARS, DEAR TREES, DEAR SKY, DEAR PEOPLES. DEAR EVERYTHING. DEAR GOD.

IT has both nose and eyes, But it has not breathed since birth,

Do what is necessary according to your natural, social logic. For this brings not only the tranquility that comes from doing well, but also that which comes from doing less. Most of what we do is unnecessary...take away the unnecessary parts, and you have more time for leisure and less anxiety.

Anna Mikhailovna was already embracing her and weeping. The countess wept too. They wept because they were friends, and because they were kind-hearted, and because they—friends from childhood—had to think about such a base thing as money, and because their youth was over … But those tears were pleasant to them both.

her). The awareness of human separation, without reunion by love—is the source of shame. It is at the same time the source of guilt and anxiety.

Do you get angry with people with sweaty armpits and bad breath? What good does it do you? Mouths smell. Armpits stink. —But if he were reasonable, he’d fix it. Well you have a brain, you’re rational...tell him! Stir his rational mind with your own. Show him his error. If he listens, it will cure

praise? Or spoiled by disrespect? Is an emerald made ugly by lack of attention? How about gold, ivory, purple, a lyre, a knife, a flower, a shrub?

She smiles, showing her absence of teeth. Tarare realises that Pierette is the sort of thing a man is meant to protect.

We are all part of One; we are One. This being so, it should not make any difference whom we love. Love should be essentially an act of will, of decision to commit my life completely to that of one other person.