The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
Beauty I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes…
You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents…
People are self-centered to a nauseous degree. They will keep on about themselves while I'm explaining me.