 |
Success is a great deodorant. -Elizabeth Taylor |
 |
|
 |
|
 |
One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to...
No star is ever lost we once have seen,
We always may be what we might have been.
Seated one day at the organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy...
See how time makes all grief decay.
Source: Life in Death, The Poems of Adelaide...
I know too well the poison and the sting
Of things too sweet.
Source: Per Pacem...