No one is content with his own lot.
~ Horace ~
"In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
"Pale death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.
Pale death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.
