Henry Clay
The time will come when Winter will ask you what you were doing all Summer.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
The time will come when Winter will ask you what you were doing all Summer.
Do not ask me, for I am so ignorant that I cannot tell the difference between a king and a…
Nothing is ever lost; things only become irretrievable. What is lost, then, is the method of their retrieval, and what…
There is no safety in numbers, or in anything else.