A Cure for Wellness
change in strategy
To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils
“If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.”
"The worst feature of a new baby is its mother's singing."
no one can handle the truth
how to win friends and influence people