She rested by the Broken Brook, She drank of Weary Well, She moved beyond my lingering look, Ah, whither none can tell! She came, she went. In other lands, Perchance in fairer skies, Her hands shall c...
Credit: RLS website You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it or perish; and if it be so, why not now, and where you stand. Robert Louis Stevenson, a British (Scottish) author....