"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life"s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But railing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home."
-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.
In d book cal''d life, d page yesterday is over, d page future is blank n page 2day is bin writin. So rite the best u can, coz on dis book ur eraser jst don''t work
