Said his name was Alex. And he was big-time hungry. Hungry, hungry, hungry. But real happy. Said he’d been surviving on edible plants he identified from the book. Like he was real proud of it.

Laws are generally not understood by three sorts of persons, viz, by those who make them, by those who execute them, and by those who suffer if they break them.

Don’t depend on heaven for food, but on your own two hands carrying the load.

This isn’t just an epigram — life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

Written By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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