We often lose our tempers not with those who are actually to blame; just with those who love us enough to forgive us our foul moods. — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
“What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy but to confront the visage of offense? And what's in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
