Maxioms by Nikos Kazantzakis
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a read more
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.
In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.
