My father always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral the bride at every wedding and the baby at every christening.
Beauty sweet love is like the morning dew Whose short refresh upon tender green Cheers for a time but till the sun doth show And straight is gone as it had never been.
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration and all the fair...
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...
