I can plod. I can persevere in any definite pursuit. To this I owe everything.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
I can plod. I can persevere in any definite pursuit. To this I owe everything.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
We all know what to do, but we don’t know how to get re-elected once we have done it.
Entropy The woodman weighs up the oaks; the calendar, the years; the pamphlet, hatreds; the boxer, his teeth; the locksmith,…