The sage is like the sky, which appears to be small and limited, but in reality is vast and limitless. The ignorant person is like a cloud, which seems to cover a lot of space, but in reality has no substance.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Some days I am a Goddess. Some days I am a wild child, and some days I am a fragile mess. Most days, I am a bit of all three, but every day, I am here, trying.
We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light
From every ruin, life springs up again.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
The sage is like the sky, which appears to be small and limited, but in reality is vast and limitless. The ignorant person is like a cloud, which seems to cover a lot of space, but in reality has no substance.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Some days I am a Goddess. Some days I am a wild child, and some days I am a fragile mess. Most days, I am a bit of all three, but every day, I am here, trying.
We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light
From every ruin, life springs up again.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.