Children are like tiny flowers: They need care, but each is beautiful alone.
Gratitude is riches. Complaint is poverty.
Nobody likes the silence. It lets you hear the things you've been pretending to ignore
A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward.
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
Children are like tiny flowers: They need care, but each is beautiful alone.
Gratitude is riches. Complaint is poverty.
Nobody likes the silence. It lets you hear the things you've been pretending to ignore
A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward.
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.