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.
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…
This year will be harder than last year. On the other hand, it will be easier than next year.