Tact is the intelligence of the heart. – Source Unknown
Any walk through a park that runs between a double line of mangy trees and passes brazenly by the ladies toilet is invariably known as Lovers Lane. – Source Unknown
Tact is the intelligence of the heart. – Source Unknown
Any walk through a park that runs between a double line of mangy trees and passes brazenly by the ladies toilet is invariably known as Lovers Lane. – Source Unknown
Its sad that, in our blindness we gather thorns for flowers – Source Unknown