“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of...
“The greatest way to live with honor in this life is to be what we pretend to be.” – Seneca Pain grows and festers...
Do you give the horse his strength? Do you clothe his neck in a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust,...