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The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.
The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.
What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own read more
What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experienced by anyone else.
We learn and grow and are transformed not so much by what we do but by why and how we read more
We learn and grow and are transformed not so much by what we do but by why and how we do it.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if i have said it, read more
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if i have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there read more
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. -Fr. Alfred D'Souza.
Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.
Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.
Whatever you do in life, surround yourself with smart people who'll argue with you.
Whatever you do in life, surround yourself with smart people who'll argue with you.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my read more
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
