When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Loneliness A hawk hovers in the air. Two white gulls float on the stream. Soaring with the wind, it is…
His dentist had once told him that he was one of the lucky few whose teeth would outlive him; he…
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes,…