He runs towards the Maybury Hill: Embeds
At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.
Oscar Wilde
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
It must be in a month, but I see nothing here
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
