In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled. – Paul Eldridge
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones. – Paul Eldridge
In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled. – Paul Eldridge
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones. – Paul Eldridge
Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits. – Paul Eldridge
Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird. – Paul Eldridge