The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.

If something is wrong, fix it now. But train yourself not to worry, worry fixes nothing.

Before you react, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you criticize, wait. Before you quit, try.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.

Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry: Worry never fixes anything.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

I drink to make other people more interesting.

I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.

High Performance Teams create cultures of caring, connection, commitment, collaboration and clear consistent communication

At the very dawn of history, the care of the sick was actually superior to what the great majority of mankind receive today when ill.

A little curly-headed good-for-nothing And mischief-making monkey from his birth.

Pine nuts pound for pound are more expensive than most varieties of smoked salmon. There I said it.

The world could be fixed of its problems if every child understood the necessity of their existence.

The Samsara is the movement of life. And you, an individual self, a form, a moment on a wave, are bound.

March to the beat of your own drummer.

Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.

God is love. Wraith is how His love appears to us when we sin or rebel or run away from Him. The very light that is meant to help us appears to us as our enemy when we seek the darkness.

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.