Truth is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes what we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.

Every bird has its decoy, and every man is led and misled in his own peculiar way.

If you don't feel it, you'll never achieve it.

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!

Seize this very minute. What you can do or dream you can do, begin it. Begin it and the work will be completed

Is it not enough that we cannot make one another happy, must we also rob one another of the pleasures that any heart may permit itself now and then? And name me a person who in a bad mood will be decent enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy around him. Is it not rather an inner dissatisfaction with our own unworthiness, a dislike of ourselves that is always associated with envy aggravated by foolish conceit? We see people happy and not made happy by us, and that is unbearable.

This world could not exist if it were not so simple. The ground has been tilled a thousand years, yet its powers remain ever the same; a little rain, a little sun, and each spring it grows green again.