‘Are the gods not just?’
‘Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were?’
‘Are the gods not just?’
‘Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were?’
The Planter's Daughter When night stirred at sea And the fire brought a crowd in, They say that her beauty…
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutang trying to play the violin.
The sole cause of man's unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in his room.