Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
History repeats itself, doesn’t really mean we learn. …
We belong on top of the world.
You’ve come far and though you’re far from the end,
you don’t mind where you are, cuz you know where you’ve been.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map