Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
Show me a genuine case of platonic friendship and I shall show you two old...
Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the...
Revenge is often like biting a dog because the dog bit you.
I remember at the age of five travelling on a trolley car with my mother past a group of women on a picket line at a textile plant seeing them being viciously beaten by security people. So that kind of thing stayed with me.
