He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
I don't trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere.
My parents were dishonest people. If it was my birthday I knew my mother...
Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
If you are a reliable, honest journalist, sources...
