When Robert Louis Stephenson, racked by tuberculosis, was nearing the end of his life, his wife came in one morning and said, "I suppose in spite of all your trouble, you will tell me again that it is a beautiful day."
The great novelist answered, "Yes, my dear. I refuse to let that row of medicine bottles be the circumference of my horizon."
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Thanks for this.
(((VoH))) I tagged you for a meme at my place.
Songbird, you're welcome
Oh now that is good.
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