What do you first do when you learn to swim? You make mistakes, do you not? And what happens? You make other mistakes, and when you have made all the mistakes you possibly can without drowning -- and some of them many times over -- what do you find? That you can swim? Well -- life is just the same as learning to swim! Do not be afraid of making mistakes, for there is no other way of learning how to live!
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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
Don't take life seriously because you can't come out of it alive.
Don't take life seriously because you can't come out of it alive.
The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for read more
The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for a long time doing your conjugal duty.
Know, first, who you are, and then adorn yourself accordingly.
Know, first, who you are, and then adorn yourself accordingly.
For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the read more
For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
Never forget that life can only be nobly inspired and rightly lived if you take it bravely and gallantly, as read more
Never forget that life can only be nobly inspired and rightly lived if you take it bravely and gallantly, as a splendid adventure in which you are setting out into an unknown country, to meet many a joy, to find many a comrade, to win and lose many a battle.
We are accountable only to ourselves for what happens to us in our lives.
We are accountable only to ourselves for what happens to us in our lives.
The hermit doesn't sleep at night, in love with the blue of the vacant moon. The cool of the breeze read more
The hermit doesn't sleep at night, in love with the blue of the vacant moon. The cool of the breeze that rustles the trees rustles him too.
