True beauty is not of the body or of the face. It is a thing of the soul. Of fire, air, breath, spirit, something brave and unafraid.
The only way to escape the corruptible effect of praise is to go on working.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
True beauty is not of the body or of the face. It is a thing of the soul. Of fire, air, breath, spirit, something brave and unafraid.
The only way to escape the corruptible effect of praise is to go on working.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.