I lift my glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. But though read'st black where I read white. He was a cowboy, Mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much, he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated.
Insanity is often the lofic of an accurate mind overtaxed.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence the, is not an act, but a habit.