I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything read more

I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.

The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow read more

The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.

As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to read more

As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best read more

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.

Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.

Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.

Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false.

Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows read more

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

The world is not comprehensible, but it is embraceable: through the embracing of one of its beings.

The world is not comprehensible, but it is embraceable: through the embracing of one of its beings.

There is nothing certain except the unforeseen.

There is nothing certain except the unforeseen.