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…
We should never forget that of all the art forms, only the poem can be carried around in the brain…