If you knew how much work went into it, you would not call it genius.
If you knew how much work went into it, you would not call it genius.
Strew gladness on the paths of men— You will not pass this way again.
to his son For the Athenians command the rest of Greece, I command the Athenians; your mother commands me, and…
The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be…