I can live for two months on a good compliment.
I can live for two months on a good compliment.
As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.
We are all guilty of hammering on the knuckles of those who try to climb into our boat.
A DirgeRough Wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for song;Wild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night long;Sad storm, whose…