oh the guiltiness
of sneaking the macaroons
into my work room.
Passing quietly,
he sniffs a bit of almond
“I smell macaroons.”
oh the guiltiness
of sneaking the macaroons
into my work room.
Passing quietly,
he sniffs a bit of almond
“I smell macaroons.”
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
