The beauties of Nature are but a pale expression of the beauties of the spirit—the most perfect rose that the world has ever shown is but a poor drab thing in comparison with the beauty of effort, with the beauty, which is created, and which will last for all time by simple thoughts of love and sympathy towards others.
13 January 2026
What will remain forever?
Posted by Luisa Rodrigues Luisa Rodrigues at 17:04
Labels: Conundrums
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