Reform! Reform! Aren’t things bad enough already?
Reform! Reform! Aren’t things bad enough already?
The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.
Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair.
I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty. Was thy dream then…