Avarice is fear sheathed in gold. – Paul Eldridge
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones. – Paul Eldridge
Avarice is fear sheathed in gold. – Paul Eldridge
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones. – Paul Eldridge
Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living. – Paul Eldridge