Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.
Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.
Ah, but a man's grasp should exceed his reach, Or what's a heaven for?
When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box.
He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance…