The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of
Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves.
I ask you to judge me by the enemies I have made.
There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of
Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves.
I ask you to judge me by the enemies I have made.
There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.