Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
It spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in a small way. -Edith Wharton.
There are two ways of spreading light: To be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.