Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician. >>
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song? >>
They talk most who have the least to say. >>
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here? That dep >>
No wind is of service to him that is bound for nowhere. >>
Give yourself something to work toward -- constantly. >>
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.