The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends like old swords still are trusted best.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows daws and starlings that flock...
“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.
