Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
You’re off to great places, today is your day. Your mountain is waiting, so get on
“You see things; and you say “Why?” But I dream things that never were; and I say “Why not?””
Life is God's novel. Let him write it.
A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
You’re off to great places, today is your day. Your mountain is waiting, so get on
“You see things; and you say “Why?” But I dream things that never were; and I say “Why not?””
Life is God's novel. Let him write it.
A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.