Either sex alone is half itself. >>
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. >>
Love is the only gold. >>
The point of living, and of being an optimist, is to be foolish enough >>
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill! >>
When fortune empties her chamber pot on your head, smile and say We a >>
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!