Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything. |
Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything. |
Ideas, like individuals, live and die. They flourish, according to their nature, in one soil or climate and droop in another. They are the vegetation of the mental world. |
The facts of the present won't sit still for a portrait. They are constantly vibrating, full of clutter and confusion. |
The facts of the present won't sit still for a portrait. They are constantly vibrating, full of clutter and confusion. |
To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best. |
To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best. |