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.
Fall down seven times get up eight.
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
Nothing will work unless you do.
By smiling, I think I've made more friends than if I was the other way.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
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.
Fall down seven times get up eight.
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
Nothing will work unless you do.
By smiling, I think I've made more friends than if I was the other way.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.