Born poor, but of honored and humble people, I am particularly proud to die poor.

Dear day, waking up every single moment of my life, to the ambiance of your morning dew and the sun rays of your hope, lights up my heart with a sense of gratitude. I am grateful for the opportunity that you present to my mind daily and the possibility to dream yet another dream, a dream that fills the blank pages of my day with your passion, purpose and your reason for existence.

Of course Toronto might as well be Buffalo, because we get each other&#39;s TV.

If you want to slip into a round hole, you must make a ball of yourself—that’s where it is.

Written By George Eliot

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