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Ogden Nash - A Flea And A Fly In A Flue
A flea and a fly in a flue, were imprisoned, so what could they do. Said the fly, "let us flee!" - "Let us fly!" said the flea. So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

Paul Stamets
Termitomyces robustus is one of the best of the edible mushrooms but defies human attempts at cultivation. So far only ants know the secret to growing this delicacy.

Herman Hesse
The human attitude of which classical music is the expression is always the same; it is always based on the same kind of insight into life and strives for the same kind of victory over blind chance. Classical music as gesture signifies knowledge of tragedy of the human condition, affirmation of human destiny, courage, cheerful serenity.

Carl Jung - On Happiness
The more you deliberately seek happiness the more sure you are not to find it. It is therefore far better to take things as they come along, with patience and equanimity.

Péire Vidal - Car'amiga dols'e franca
Because you're tree and branch, where the fruit of bliss finds its season. However who gives himself to you can no longer fear thunderlight nor rain. Since your love that is total certitude heals me and rebuilds me and gives me life, removing any annoy and heaviness because of bliss and fine happiness.

Jaufre Rudel - Quan lo rius de la fontana
The desire of my heart is endless and only devoted to her, beloved among all others. And my will, I guess, abuses me, if lust deprives me of her. For it's keener than a thorn, this pain that heals with joy, and for which I don't want to be pitied.

Bernat de Ventadorn - Medieval Occitan Poetry
Time runs and goes away and turns, for days, months, and years... And me, alas, the only thing that I can say is that I just have only one hunger. This hunger is unique and unchanging. She is the only that I want and have ever wanted, while I never got from her any joy.