Every day we are changing, every day we are dying, and yet we fancy ourselves eternal.


Letter 60


Every day we are changing, every day we are dying, and yet we fancy ourselves eternal.

Every day we are changing, every day we are dying, and yet we fancy ourselves eternal.

Every day we are changing, every day we are dying, and yet we fancy ourselves eternal.

Every day we are changing, every day we are dying, and yet we fancy ourselves eternal.