Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.
On the walls of the cave, only the shadows are the truth.
An Eye with Dust n A Heart with Trust Always Cries.
The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be ignited. — Plutarch
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Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.
On the walls of the cave, only the shadows are the truth.
An Eye with Dust n A Heart with Trust Always Cries.
The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be ignited. — Plutarch
, . . . , . , .
Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.