When we get civilised, I believe children will go by number until they get old enough to choose their own names.

... sometimes, out of bitterness, the years distill forgiveness.

Anger is a better weapon than tears; a burr commands more respect than a sensitive plant.

A book, unlike any other friend, will wait, not only upon the hour but upon the mood.

Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet.

The body grows by food and work, the mind by use, and the soul through joy and pain.

Death is the advertisement, at the end of an autobiography, wherein people discover its virtues.