Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Why do you like books so much?” he asked. Miles answered without taking his face away from the window. “You never know what you’ll learn when you open one. And if it’s a story, you sort of fall into it. Then you live there for a while, instead of, you know, living here.

The sidelines may be safer but life is played on the field

It's not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks.

The people on the train with me don't know it, but in my head I'm dancing.

My arms flew up of thier own accord knoking my bag down. I grabbed hold of the desk to keep myself from falling down.

And when he [the author of the universe] had compounded the whole, he divided it up into as many souls as there are stars, and allotted each soul to a star. And mounting them on their stars, as if on chariots, he showed them the nature of the universe and told them the laws of their destiny. - "Timaeus" by Plato 427-347 B.C.