Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.
We trained hard . . . but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams…
He who limps is still walking.
Love doesn't sit there like a stone. It has to be made like bread; Remade all the time, ...Made new.