As I relax on the sofa a thought hits me, this is exactly the place I've been looking for forever...I can barely believe that it actually exists

Don't think. Believe. Trust your heart, not your brain. Don't think. Feel. Believe.

In a dispassionate view the ardour for reform, improvement for virtue, for knowledge, and even beauty is only a vein sticking up for appearances as though one were anxious about the cut of ones clothes in a community of blind men.

When our vices leave us, we like to imagine it is we who are leaving them.

Written By Francois de La Rochefoucauld

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