Remembrance of things past. – William Shakespeare
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. – William Shakespeare
Remembrance of things past. – William Shakespeare
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. – William Shakespeare
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. – William Shakespeare
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! – William Shakespeare
Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories… but American-style nostalgia is about as ephemeral as copyrighted d?j? vu. – Florence King