the past is belong to the past
The first time you marry for love, the second for money, and the third for companionship.
A good rest is half the work.
“Justice is the insurance we have on our lives, and obedience is the premium we pay for it.”
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
Dont walk behind me; I may not lead. Dont walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
the past is belong to the past
The first time you marry for love, the second for money, and the third for companionship.
A good rest is half the work.
“Justice is the insurance we have on our lives, and obedience is the premium we pay for it.”
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
Dont walk behind me; I may not lead. Dont walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.