Twinkle, twinkle little bat How I wonder what you&#39;re at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky.

But least is he who, with enchanted eyes Filled with high visions of fair shapes to be, Muses which god he shall immortalize In the proud Parian’s perpetuity, Till twilight warns him from the punctual skies That the night cometh wherein none shall see.

Promises are like crying babies in a theater, they should be carried out at once.

كل الطرق تؤدى الى المكان نفسه , اختر طريقك و ابتعد الى النهاية . لا تحاول أن تسير فى كل الطرق فى نفس الوقت

Written By Paulo Coelho

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