What is the beauty of a thing if others do not take pleasure in it. — Gerald Mills
What is the beauty of a thing if others do not take pleasure in it. — Gerald Mills
What is the beauty of a thing if others do not take pleasure in it. — Gerald Mills
What is the beauty of a thing if others do not take pleasure in it. — Gerald Mills
What is the beauty of a thing if others do not take pleasure in it. — Gerald Mills
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What is the beauty of a thing if others do not take pleasure in it.

— Gerald Mills
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