The time will come when Winter will ask you what you were doing all Summer.
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.
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…
The present life of man, O king, seems to me, in comparison of that time which is unknown to us,…