My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
Where Earwigs Dare A silver trail across the monitor; fresh mouse-droppings beneath the swivel-chair; the view obscured by rogue japonica.…
The game of science is, in principle, without end. He who decides one day that scientific statements do not call…
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.
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