She is one of those steeds of race
That stretch themselves fully in their gallop,
Springing and light of foot,
Pressing on in her eagerness:
Her longing is the far extended desert,
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it. ∼ J. K.…
When you fail to prepare, you prepare to fail.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid. ∼ Homer