God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment. – William Shakespeare
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. – Dr. Seuss