Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors. >>
One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eate >>
When men make gods, there is no God! >>
My crown is in my heart, not on my head, Nor decked with diamonds and >>
People are never free of trying to be content. >>
It is invariable found that a content man is usually a weak one. >>
One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.