Imperfect love must not be rejected but made perfect. The way is always forward.
Motivation gets you going and habit gets you there.
The greatest of follies is to sacrifice health for any other kind of happiness.
I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity.
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens
Imperfect love must not be rejected but made perfect. The way is always forward.
Motivation gets you going and habit gets you there.
The greatest of follies is to sacrifice health for any other kind of happiness.
I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity.
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens