Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet.
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
When the student is ready the teacher will appear.
Fred is officially the mayor of Portland now.
Storytelling with music is a really powerful device.
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.