Many people will walk in and out of your life, But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head ; To handle others, use your heart.
Anger is only one letter short of danger. If someone betrays you once, it is his fault ; If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.
Great minds discuss ideas, Average minds discuss events, Small minds discuss people.
He who loses money, loses much ; He who loses a friend, loses much more ; He who loses faith, loses all.
Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, But beautiful old people are works of art.
Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.
Friends, you and me. You brought another friend, And then there were three. We started our group, Our circle of friends, And like that circle - There is no beginning or end.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.
I love this poem, I find through it the self of any man looking for progress in his/her life, by robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
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He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
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"Hé ! bonjour, Monsieur du Corbeau.
Que vous êtes joli ! que vous me semblez beau !
Sans mentir, si votre ramage
Se rapporte à votre plumage,
Vous êtes le Phénix des hôtes de ces bois."