And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.
He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.
If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.