
Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.
Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.