Life is a slope. As long as you're going up you're looking towards the top.
The young people who come to me in the hope of hearing me utter a few memorable maxims are quite disappointed. Aphorisms are not my forte, I say nothing but banalities... I listen to them and they go away delighted.
The truth which has made us free will in the end make us glad also
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
Comfort is no test of truth. Truth is often far from being comfortable.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it
Life is a slope. As long as you're going up you're looking towards the top.
The young people who come to me in the hope of hearing me utter a few memorable maxims are quite disappointed. Aphorisms are not my forte, I say nothing but banalities... I listen to them and they go away delighted.
The truth which has made us free will in the end make us glad also
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
Comfort is no test of truth. Truth is often far from being comfortable.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it