Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Mark TwainTwenty-four years ago I was strangely handsome; in San Francisco in the rainy season I was often mistaken for fair weather.
Mark TwainDon't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Mark TwainTwenty-four years ago I was strangely handsome; in San Francisco in the rainy season I was often mistaken for fair weather.
Mark Twain