Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.
Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.
A bit beyond perception's reach I sometimes believe I see that life is two locked boxes each containing the other's…
The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigator.
Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.