Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a
gift whatever the day brings read more

Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a
gift whatever the day brings forth.
[Lat., Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere: et
Quem Fors dierum cunque dabit, lucro
Appone.]

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is read more

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.

The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only far more expensive.

The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only far more expensive.

Upper classes are a nation's past; the middle class is its future.

Upper classes are a nation's past; the middle class is its future.

The future belongs to those who prepare for it today.

The future belongs to those who prepare for it today.

With mortal crisis doth portend,
My days to appropinque an end.

With mortal crisis doth portend,
My days to appropinque an end.

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted
and dried,
When the oldest colours have read more

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted
and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has
died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it--lie down for an aeon
or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew.

You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that read more

You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

With whom there is no place of toil, no burning heat, no piercing
cold, nor any briars there . read more

With whom there is no place of toil, no burning heat, no piercing
cold, nor any briars there . . . this place we call the Bosom of
Abraham.