Life is like a sea. We are moving without end. Nothing stays with us. What remain is just the memories of some people who touched us as waves.
The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.
The piano is to me what a ship is to the sailor.
Tyranny and anarchy are never far apart.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
No matter how dull, or how mean, or how wise a man is, he feels that happiness is his indisputable right.
Life is like a sea. We are moving without end. Nothing stays with us. What remain is just the memories of some people who touched us as waves.
The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.
The piano is to me what a ship is to the sailor.
Tyranny and anarchy are never far apart.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
No matter how dull, or how mean, or how wise a man is, he feels that happiness is his indisputable right.