Another one of the old poets, whose name has escaped my memory at present, called Truth the daughter of Time.
“I'm thinking of slowing down on modeling and branching out to other things. I want to pursue some new and old dreams and start making them happen.”
“No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned... a man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company.”