He who limps is still walking.
He who limps is still walking.
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.
A Dirge Rough Wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the…
Two Voices Love is a large hope in what, Unfound, imaginary, leaves us With a beautifying presence. Love always grieves…