No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor temperate, who considers pleasure the highest good.
No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor temperate, who considers pleasure the highest good.
Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth and set down as gain each day that fortune grants.
What Love is Like Love is like a pineapple, sweet and undefinable.
The Viking Terror Bitter is the wind tonight. It tosses the ocean's white hair. Tonight I fear not the fierce…