yesterday ending words: he called the waiter to him,, He called the waiter to him, and, with an inimitable flourish, signed his name on the backs of the two checks, and waved him away. After that he was silent for a moment while he looked into my eyes, smiling at the astonishment which I in vain strove to conceal. “Do you know an artist who possesses more talent than I?” he asked, presently. “No. Do you happen...
When Willpower is Trumped by Bad Habits Posted: 29 Jul 2011 08:39 AM PDT ‘Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.’ ~J. Petit-Senn Post written by Leo Babauta. His blog...

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