Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed.
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
In the process of letting go, you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself.
Exploring the echoes of the past in the verses, a poetic journey of reflection unfolds.
The only thing standing between you and your goal is the story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it.
Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts.
Verses intertwine, creating a poetic web that reflects the interconnectedness of life.
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has plenty; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.