Tuesday, January 05, 2016

  "Now, many their are, alas! Who make their life this sort of holiday thing unto the end and retain its childishness, only, they have long since lost their innocence, they stroll through life as a mere fruit-gathering place, a garden of indulgence, a Paradise, but sacred no more, because it's empty now of God, and unvisited by the murmurs of his voice."

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