In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.
Ralph Waldo EmersonTis the privilege of Art Thus to play its cheerful part, Man on earth to acclimate And bend the exile to his fate.
Ralph Waldo EmersonIn the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.
Ralph Waldo EmersonTis the privilege of Art Thus to play its cheerful part, Man on earth to acclimate And bend the exile to his fate.
Ralph Waldo Emerson