The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Seneca, Moral Letter 32, “On Progress”

 “This is sound practice—to refrain from associating with men of different stamp and different aims.

. . . life is so short; and we make it still shorter by our unsteadiness. . . 


. . . I pray that you may get such control over yourself that your mind, now shaken by wandering thoughts, may at last come to rest and be steadfast, that it may be content with itself and, having attained an understanding of what things are truly good. . . “ 


(Seneca, Moral Letter 32, “On Progress)

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