My mother always said...If you don't like where you are…just picture where you wanna be.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
我不是一个喜欢常规的人。
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.