There are three dimensions of time, two of which contain happier days.
In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.
The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives.
The more side roads you stop to explore, the less likely that life will pass you by.
Though you lose all hope, there is still hope, and it loves to surprise.
The mind, as you age, Is an artist, it seems. Monet paints your memโries, Picasso your dreams.