Once you figure out who you are and what you love about yourself, I think it all kinda falls into place.”
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife, Throughout the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life, Is worth an age without name.
The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.
Doroga k Zvjozdam Otkrita. (The way to the stars is open.)
He who makes a beast of himself relieves himself the pain of being a man.
Well done is better than well said.
I was too green to know that all cynicism masks a failure to cope — an impotence, in short; and that to despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.
Blessed are the forgetful for they get the better even of their blunders.