Banks only give money to those who can prove they don’t need it.
We only pity those who will never ask for it.
We only love those who are already strong. 48 more words
For some reason, Fr. Rufus Opus (who, I might add, is still not me) claims that I’m his best student. I don’t really agree with him, since I think I just write more than the rest of his students, but he claims that I’m one of the minority of his students who took his courses and ran with it, not only developing my own style of magic but also implementing them in the way he envisioned his students to do so: to rule your life like a King. 1,734 more words