The best way out is always through.
The best way out is always through.
A Dirge Rough wind, that moanest loud grief too sad for a song; wild wind, when sullen cloud knells all…
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is…
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded…