Whoso loves, believes the impossible.
It isn't what you have or who you are... that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.
Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street.
Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.
The future is uncertain but the end is always near.
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.
Whoso loves, believes the impossible.
It isn't what you have or who you are... that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.
Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street.
Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.
The future is uncertain but the end is always near.
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.