Archive for March, 2007

Only when I’m dead

Posted in Uncategorized on 03/28/2007 by Victoria Dickens

“When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet:

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget”



Posted in Uncategorized on 03/16/2007 by Victoria Dickens

“Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces”

Am I a flower?

Posted in Uncategorized on 03/01/2007 by Victoria Dickens

“Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts”