The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.
Robert Louis StevensonLike a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
Robert Louis StevensonThe world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.
Robert Louis StevensonLike a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
Robert Louis Stevenson