Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you, but if you notice the other things around you, it will gently come and sit on your shoulder.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.
When fate hands us a lemon, lets try to make lemonade
A failure is a man who has blundered but is not capable of cashing in on the experience
We must build bridges of love and compassion, not walls of hatred and prejudice.
The best way to keep one's word is not to give it.
Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you, but if you notice the other things around you, it will gently come and sit on your shoulder.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.
When fate hands us a lemon, lets try to make lemonade
A failure is a man who has blundered but is not capable of cashing in on the experience
We must build bridges of love and compassion, not walls of hatred and prejudice.
The best way to keep one's word is not to give it.