He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls.
No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls.
No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior.