“ When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read. ”
For I know that we laughers have a gross cousinship with the most high, and it is this contrast and perpetual quarrel which feeds a spring of merriment in the soul of a sane man.
~ Hilaire Belloc
From quiet homes and first beginning,Out to the undiscovered ends,There's nothing worth the wear of winning,But laughter and the love of friends.
When I am dead, I hope it may be said, 'His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!
