The cosmos is about the smallest hole that a man can hide his head in.
The cosmos is about the smallest hole that a man can hide his head in.
Asking "who ought to be the boss" is like asking "who ought to be the tenor in the quartet?" Obviously,…
"That is another of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling everything "odd" that was…
No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor temperate, who considers pleasure the highest good.
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