Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.
Nicolas Boileau-DespreauxTime flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.
Nicolas Boileau-DespreauxHonor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.
Nicolas Boileau-DespreauxTime flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.
Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux