Gaston Bachelard (June 27, 1884 – October 16, 1962)
If our heart were large enough to love life in all its detail, we would see that every instant is at once a giver and a plunderer.
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..I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. — Anaïs Nin
A First Sunday Of The Month Fiction Series
Some are influenced by the love of wealth while others are blindly led on by the mad fever for power and domination, but the finest type of man gives himself up to discovering the meaning and purpose of life itself. He seeks to uncover the secrets of nature. This is the man I call a philosopher. — Pythagoras