The earth has grown old with its burden of care but at Christmas it always is young the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair and its soul full of music breaks the air when the song of angels is sung.
It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems give me work give me the...
Women are naturally secretive and they like to do their own secreting.
Violence does in truth recoil upon the violent and the schemer falls into...
I know I got to eat. But I got to live too.
The best and most beautiful things in the world...
Good advice is always certain to be ignored, but...
