Where there is shouting there is no true knowledge.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
The sea heaves up hangs loaded o'er the land Breaks there and buries its...
I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am...
A grownup is a child with layers on....
A grownup is a child with layers on.
If way to the better there be, it exacts a full look at the worst.
