Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments.
The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have I seen so many. I always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but I was sure of it that night.
The future belongs to the young.
“When you have no winds, take to the oars.”
Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments.
The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have I seen so many. I always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but I was sure of it that night.
The future belongs to the young.
“When you have no winds, take to the oars.”
Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.