The thing about wisdom is it stops you running face first into walls.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
The thing about wisdom is it stops you running face first into walls.
Shower upon him every earthly blessing, drown him in bliss so that nothing but bubbles would dance on the surface…
Close with a Frenchman, but out-maneuver a Russian.
Upon the graving of her Name upon a Tree in Barnelmes Walks Alas how barbarous are we, Thus to reward…