We sleep but the loom of life never stops and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
The only difference between me and others is that they think they can change something with cute little poems nice cards or embracing trees and being nice to little lapdogs.
