“This summer has been so short, so small. I think that like “Alice” it ate the cake that said “Eat Me”, and dwindled and dwindled until it was so tiny that it ran out through the cracks under the door.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Life, as the signs in the liquor stores say, is too short to drink bad wine. And summer is too short to read bad books. — David Frum Copy Share Image
