It's silly to try to escape other people's faults. They are inescapable. Just try to escape your own.

Snow endures but for a season, and joy comes with the morning.

Everything is banal in experience, fleeting in duration, sordid in content; in all respects the same today as generations now dead and buried have found it to be.

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love ... then make that day count!

Objective judgement, now, at this very moment. Unselfish action, now, at this very moment. Willing acceptance - now, at this very moment - of all external events. That's all you need.

Man is born for deeds of kindness.