The harder you fall, the higher you bounce.
Life doesn't reward the naturally clever or strong but those who can learn to fight and work hard.
The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows where he is going
God is merciful to those whom He sees struggling heart and soul for realization. But remain idle, without any struggle, and you will see that His grace will never come.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
If you wish to be a writer, write.
The harder you fall, the higher you bounce.
Life doesn't reward the naturally clever or strong but those who can learn to fight and work hard.
The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows where he is going
God is merciful to those whom He sees struggling heart and soul for realization. But remain idle, without any struggle, and you will see that His grace will never come.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
If you wish to be a writer, write.