What you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.
Ralph Waldo EmersonI covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.
Ralph Waldo EmersonWhat you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.
Ralph Waldo EmersonI covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.
Ralph Waldo Emerson