If I want to build wealth to transfer to the next generation, I can let it grow on a tax-free basis.

Stressful jobs, loveless marriages, bad food-most people kill themselves slowly every day.

Perhaps the price of comfort is that life passes more rapidly. But for anyone who has lived in uneasiness, even for a short, memorable duration, it's a trade-off that will gladly be made.

The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.

As the components of your life are stripped away, after all the ambitions and hopes vaporize, you reach a self-reflective starkness-- the repetitious plucking of a single overwound string.

Is it so wrong to just live life and enjoy it? Between fun and function, why must we choose the latter?

When I was in my teens, I made an appraisal of how comfortable my life could turn out when I became the age I am now. Because of a mechanical failure, the prediction was inexact.

Nowadays the standards had plummeted so far that I failed even at being a failure. I silently packed up. Nothing else was left. They had even robbed me of self-pity

Woe to him who offends a patient man who has just reached his limit.

Even if you love a lady, don't say you will take care of her while someone else is catering for your needs.

My mom and dad put my brother and sister through university and they were very keen for us to have an academic background just to give us a chance.

I want to run for eternal glory and track is great, but it's not what life is all about.

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.

Figure out what past efforts amounted to nothing and label them your "not to do" list. Post the list where you'll see it.

Failing to plan means planning to fail. What are your goals?

I've paid for more pianos in hotel lobbies than you can imagine.

The reason you might choose to embrace the artist within you now is that this is the path to (cue the ironic music) security.

Daimons, vampires, ghouls, whatever you want to call them. They suck your blood and your soul and leave you with nothing. Kind of like lawyers. (Selena)