Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.
Charles MackayTell me, ye wingรจd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?
Charles MackayHe who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.
Charles Mackay