Elyou:
We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course
Elyou:
“They are not, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream, Our path emerges for a while, then closes, Within a dream”
Elyou:
Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.