Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.
Andre GideOne doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.
Andre GideEach thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.
Andre GideOne doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.
Andre Gide