A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.

I have learnt the art of,
To keep silence...

I have learnt the art of,
To help others in need...

I have learnt the art of,
To think good about others...

the Northern races are the tragic races-- they don't indulge in the cheering luxury of tears.

Written By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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