Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
Shoulder-to-shoulder, swing to the work, we must - just two as we are - if we hope to make some headway. The worst cowards, banded together, have their power, but you and I have got the skill to fight their best.
By turns the nine delight to sing
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.