Happiness is something that multiplies when it is divided.
Society develops wit, but its contemplation alone forms genius.
With every experience, you alone are painting your own canvas, thought by thought, choice by choice.
A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.
Fortune favours the brave
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life
Happiness is something that multiplies when it is divided.
Society develops wit, but its contemplation alone forms genius.
With every experience, you alone are painting your own canvas, thought by thought, choice by choice.
A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.
Fortune favours the brave
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life