Oh cupbearer, bring wine, for the path of love is full of thorns.
If money helps a man to do good to others, it is of some value; but if not, it is simply a mass of evil, and the sooner it is got rid of, the better.
As far as your self-control goes, as far goes your freedom
You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
You’re much stronger than you think you are. Trust me.
“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”
Oh cupbearer, bring wine, for the path of love is full of thorns.
If money helps a man to do good to others, it is of some value; but if not, it is simply a mass of evil, and the sooner it is got rid of, the better.
As far as your self-control goes, as far goes your freedom
You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
You’re much stronger than you think you are. Trust me.
“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”