The soul becomes dyed With the colour of its thoughts.
If you light a lamp for somebody, It will also brighten your own path.
The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority.
The future is an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face.
I have no idea. People who boast about their IQ are losers.
Thought is the sculptor who can create the person you want to be
The soul becomes dyed With the colour of its thoughts.
If you light a lamp for somebody, It will also brighten your own path.
The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority.
The future is an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face.
I have no idea. People who boast about their IQ are losers.
Thought is the sculptor who can create the person you want to be