I love everything that’s old: old friends, old tim — Oliver Goldsmith

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po. The Traveller [1764], l. 1 Ill fares the land, to hast’ning ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; This is Liberty-Hall, gentlemen. She Stoops to Conquer (1773) act 2 Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country’s p… Read more → ♥ 1

I do not care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members. Groucho Marx Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. Albert Einstein Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity. Albert Camus No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues. Bertrand Russell