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…
Japanese Maple Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.So slow a fading out brings no real pain.Breath growing…