But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. – Benjamin Disraeli
You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. Not a flame flickers on a single pallid crest. – Benjamin Disraeli
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. – Benjamin Disraeli
You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. Not a flame flickers on a single pallid crest. – Benjamin Disraeli
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow, and wise is the counsel of those who love us. – Benjamin Disraeli