Got these in my in-box this-morning, and I thought I had to share.
"To love, one must slay, how could I stay? to love, one must be slain, then, how could I remain." - Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961)
"Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again." - Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890)
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