The pain passes, but the beauty remains
A failure is a man who has blundered but is not capable of cashing in on the experience
Beware the barrenness of a busy life.
The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.
The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.
“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
The pain passes, but the beauty remains
A failure is a man who has blundered but is not capable of cashing in on the experience
Beware the barrenness of a busy life.
The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.
The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.
“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”