There are things I can't force. I must adjust.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.

Do more than belong: participate. Do more than care: help. Do more than believe: practice. Do more than be fair: be kind. Do more than forgive: forget. Do more than dream: work.

Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you miss them.

The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.

Study while others are sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing.

When we seek to discover the best in others, we somehow bring out the best in ourselves.

Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.” —

Three enemies of personal peace: regret over yesterday’s mistakes, anxiety over tomorrow’s problems, and ingratitude for today’s blessings.

The worst enemy in life is resentment.

Truly, love is delightful and pleasant food, supplying, as it does, rest to the weary, strength to the weak, and joy to the sorrowful. It in fact renders the yoke of truth easy and its burden light.

All art is quite useless.

the important thing is not what we (look) like,but the role we play in our best friend's life.

Life, not death, is the great mystery you must confront.

Knowledge does away with darkness, suspense, and doubt; for these cannot exist where knowledge is . . . In knowledge there is power.

There are levels of outrage, and there's a point at which you can't be trespassed upon anymore.

A field is the most just possession for men. For what nature requires it carefully bears: barley, oil, wine, figs, honey. Silver-plate and purple will do for the tragedians, not for life.

Time is only an idea. There is only the Reality. Whatever you think it is, it looks like that.

In great art there is no beginning and end in point of time. All time is comprehended.