Never be possessive. If a female friend lets on that she is going out with another man, be kind and read more

Never be possessive. If a female friend lets on that she is going out with another man, be kind and understanding. If she says she would like to go out with the Dallas Cowboys, including the coaching staff, the same rule applies. Tell her: "Kath, you just go right ahead and do what you feel is right." Unless you actually care for her, in which case you must see to it that she has no male contact whatsoever.

It's easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.

It's easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.

I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.

I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

The best advisers, helpers and friends, always are not those who tell us how to act in special cases, but read more

The best advisers, helpers and friends, always are not those who tell us how to act in special cases, but who give us, out of themselves, the ardent spirit and desire to act right, and leave us then, even through many blunders, to find out what our own form of right action is.

Just do what you do best.

Just do what you do best.

To find out what one is fitted to do, and to secure an opportunity to do it, is the key read more

To find out what one is fitted to do, and to secure an opportunity to do it, is the key to happiness.

The live in wisdom who see themselves in all and all in them, who have renounced every selfish desire and read more

The live in wisdom who see themselves in all and all in them, who have renounced every selfish desire and sense craving tormenting the heart.

If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood read more

If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders -- what would you tell him to do? I don't know. What could he do? What would you tell him? To shrug.