His dentist had once told him that he was one of the lucky few whose teeth would outlive him; he would have preferred his work to, but you can’t have everything.
His dentist had once told him that he was one of the lucky few whose teeth would outlive him; he would have preferred his work to, but you can’t have everything.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Better worlds (I suggest) are born, not made; and their birthdays are the birthdays of individuals. Let us pray always…