He that can't endure the bad, will not live to see thegood.

Youcan't turn back the clock. But you can wind it up again.

Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects.

Night is the blotting paper of many sorrows.

Thepast is malleable and flexible, changing as our recollection interprets andre-explains what has happened.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. WE can only record its moods and chronicle their return.

No man is the whole himself; his friends are the rest of him.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

Drown not thyself to save a drowning man

... That may appear as the truth to one personwill often appear as untruth to another person. But that need not worry theseeker. Where there is honest effort, it will be realized that what appearedto be different truths are like the countless and apparen

To err is human; to forgive is divine pathway

Allthings at first appear difficult.