George Edward Moore A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. Home ⧉ ↗ ♡
George Edward Moore The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough. Loneliness ⧉ ↗ ♡
