The whole world would have been destroyed if pity did not put an end to anger.
The whole world would have been destroyed if pity did not put an end to anger.
All men dream: but not equally, Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in…
As I get older I get increasingly impatient of holidays they seem to me to be an entirely feminine conception…
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.