Cold walk in the morning Bracing winds–why did I wear shorts? Bright sun does not find My heart, darkened by yesterday’s storm. Narratives of vicious
If we live without regard for harmony, then we shall expend our precious energy waging pointless struggles. And the benefit? Vicious exhaustion. Posted by KWB
”I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little
Virtue seeks justice in a symphony of gentle word & simple deed. Vice seeks justification in a cacophony of bitter talk & manic injury.