A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.
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“We don't know where our first impressions come from or precisely what they mean, so we don't always appreciate their fragility.”
“I choose not to give energy to the emotions of revenge, hatred or the desire to subjugate.”