How many times are you two going to have to save me from myself before this whole drama runs its course?” asked Peter. “I think…six times,” said Father. “No, eight,” said Mother. “You two think you’re so cute,” said Peter. “Mm-hm.” “Yep.

Dear God, please take care of your servant John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

As Davies puts it, “If everything needs everything else, how did the community of molecules ever arise in the first place?

[The world] is not a pretty place; and the only way to keep a footing in it is to fight it on its own terms - and above all, my dear, not alone!

Written By Edith Wharton

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