To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier
state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
George Santayana
The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented,
confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with
beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter;
and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles
to the light amid the thorns.
George Santayana
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