It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.
Beauty like ice our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth slippery way: Pleased with the surface we glide swiftly on And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
War is the trade of Kings.
For truth has such a face and such a mien as to be loved needs only to be...
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
