I lived what most people call the good life. I was happy, but deep inside I always felt that, with the short amount of time we are given to live and love in this world, we spend too much time loving things instead of people.
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly.
If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?
My head rang like a gong.
Turbulence is life force. It is opportunity. Let's love turbulence and use it for change.
Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?
Vegetarianism is harmless enough, though it is apt to fill a man with wind and self-righteousness.