It Is Easy In The World
To Live After The
World''s Opinion, It Is
Easy In Solitude After
Our Own,
But
The Great Man Is He,
Who In The Midst Of
Te Crowd Keeps With
Perfect Sweetness The
Independence Of
Solitude ... :)
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You don''t blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the President. You realize that you control your own destiny
