I make the most of all that comes And the least of all that goes.

There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Take love when love is given.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

The job of feets is walking, but their hobby is dancing.

The heart in every human is the sacred love.

It is silent, an anagram for listen. That is what I do. Listen while she remains silent.

Either you let your life slip away by not doing the things you want to do, or you get up & do them

Epicurus recommends bread and cheese as the staple, and his emphasis is more on avoiding pain than on seeking pleasure, insofar as pleasure-seeking tends to be followed by painful after-effects.

One must look for one thing only, to find many.

I believe that one of the characteristics of the human race, possibly the one that is primarily responsible for its course of evolution, is that it has grown by creatively responding to failure.

If there is a fence and you don't know its purpose, don't just assume there isn't one and tear it down. Find out what the fence is intended to accomplish. You might see it needs to stay.

The enlightened give thanks for what most people take for granted.