The man who insists on seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides.
The man who insists on seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides.
Above the Dock Above the quiet dock in midnight, Tangled in the tall mast's corded height, Hangs the moon. What…
Batsman (having just been clean bowled): That was one hell of a ball, Fred. Fred Trueman: Ay, it were wasted…
When asked to describe radio. You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull…