“MRS ARBUTHNOT For me the world is shriveled to a palm's breath, and where I walk there are thorns. HESTER It shall not be so. We shall somewhere find green valleys and fresh waters, and if we weep, well, we… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.” — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
