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…
Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then…