The power of philosophy floats through my head, light like a feather, heavy as lead.
It's not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast.
All achievements, all earned riches, have their beginning in an idea.
What is your native language?
We are all just stories in the end.
The power of philosophy floats through my head, light like a feather, heavy as lead.
It's not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast.
All achievements, all earned riches, have their beginning in an idea.
What is your native language?
We are all just stories in the end.