Maxioms by Rainer Maria Rilke
A billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that read more
A billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.
A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company.
A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company.
