APHORISM
I sit in front of the mirror of my being, I say to myself, unreservedly, unmasked; Myself Maybe I will come to my senses; I walk the road of life until the end, happily
Fools
Hanging out with a fool is increasing the number of fools
APHORISM
I sit in front of the mirror of my being, I say to myself, unreservedly, unmasked; Myself Maybe I will come to my senses; I walk the road of life until the end, happily
Fools
Hanging out with a fool is increasing the number of fools
? You didn’t see my mirror
a fool