Broadly speaking, the short words are the best, and the old words best of all.
Broadly speaking, the short words are the best, and the old words best of all.
Music, when Soft Voices die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live…
No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar.
What we wish, we readily believe, and what we ourselves think, we imagine others think also.