The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.
The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.
And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.
Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.
He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.
Cold beer is bottled God.