She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” A.A. Milne
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” A.A. Milne
“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien
“London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.” ― Dorothy Parker
