Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled ere we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming.
History is a bath of blood.
Anything you may hold firmly in your imagination can be yours.
This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.
If you give appreciation to people, you win their goodwill. But more important than that, practicing this philosophy has made a different person of me.
Pretend what we may, the whole man within us is at work when we form our philosophical opinions.