Feb 26, 2013

Buckle my shoe.

"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."
Tom Stoppard

"A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin."
H. L. Mencken


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