There must be somethingupon the hill, when crescent whispers to shadows, trees stretch each tip, and owls halt on the branches. There must be somethin...
by Bertrand Russell Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbea...
I'M DREAMING OF THE WHITE CHRISTMASI'm dreaming of the white ChristmasJust like the ones I used to know.The tree tops glisten and childrenListen to ...