The mirror will only lie, when you look at it through a mask. – Anthony Liccione
Ask not the grass to give you green, and later walk all over it. – Anthony Liccione

The mirror will only lie, when you look at it through a mask. – Anthony Liccione
Ask not the grass to give you green, and later walk all over it. – Anthony Liccione
Thoughts are like an open ocean, they can either move you forward within its waves, or sink you under deep into its abyss. – Anthony Liccione
It’s not how many friends you can count, it’s how many of those you can count on. – Anthony Liccione
When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep. Nay, and when I walk alone in a beautiful Orchard, if my Thoughts are some part of the Time taken up with strange Occurrences, I some part of the Time call them back again to my Walk, or to the Orchard, to the Sweetness of the Solitude, and to my self. – Michel de Montaigne, “Of Experience,” translated from French by Charles Cotton
There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs us of elasticity of limb and spirit, and in its place he brings tranquility and repose—the mild autumnal weather of the soul. – Alexander Smith, “An Essay on an Old Subject”