Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.
We trained hard . . . but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams…
He who limps is still walking.
Heredity I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon,…