Cicero
No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor temperate, who considers pleasure the highest good.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
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 Uncertainty of the poet I am a poet. I am very fond of bananas. I am bananas. I am…