He who limps is still walking.
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
He who limps is still walking.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
He who limps is still walking.
He who limps is still walking.
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.
A Dirge Rough Wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the…
Loneliness A hawk hovers in the air. Two white gulls float on the stream. Soaring with the wind, it is…