Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies but they never can be friends because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure there is no sterner...
What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There...
But I dare not think too far into the future on the risk that I'll miss the present.
