Maxioms by Charles Dickens
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than anything I have ever done; it is a far, read more
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than anything I have ever done; it is a far, far, better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures read more
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last
Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Called me wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath.
Called me wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath.
