“The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.”
Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.
Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything good in the world.
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
When you meet someone better than yourself, turn your thoughts to becoming his equal. When you meet someone not as good as you are, look within and examine your own self.
Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn.
“The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.”
Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.
Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything good in the world.
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
When you meet someone better than yourself, turn your thoughts to becoming his equal. When you meet someone not as good as you are, look within and examine your own self.
Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn.