The only way to be sure of catching a train is to miss the one before it.
I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.
Flying Crooked The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the…
Ah, but a man's grasp should exceed his reach, Or what's a heaven for?