What did Leigh Hunt mean by: Light is, perhaps, the most wonderful of all visible things. - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England Copy
+ An author is like a baker; it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Leigh Hunt, Enjoy, Sweet, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ The beautiful attracts the beautiful. Feraz Zeid, September 11, 2023December 26, 2023, Leigh Hunt, Beautiful, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Leigh Hunt, Food, Morning, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ The two divinest things this world has got,A lovely woman in a rural spot! Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Leigh Hunt, Lovely, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion. Feraz Zeid, September 5, 2023December 26, 2023, Leigh Hunt, Love, Motivational, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ The groundwork of all happiness is health. Feraz Zeid, July 31, 2023December 12, 2023, Leigh Hunt, Fitness, Motivational, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Music is the medicine of the breaking heart. Feraz Zeid, October 20, 2023December 26, 2023, Leigh Hunt, Heart, Music, Wisdom, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Leigh Hunt, Deny, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
Fine art is something wonderful that’s left long into the future … eternal beauty. - Masashi Kishimoto Manga artist · Japan
Keep telling yourself and others there are no supermoms, there are only wonderful mothers. - Jean Marzollo
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
