As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodings--that
tomorrow's sunlight will be the last that thou shalt read more

As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodings--that
tomorrow's sunlight will be the last that thou shalt see; and
that for fifty years wilt live out thy life in ample wealth.

Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep
Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,
Even to read more

Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep
Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,
Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all
Where pity is, for pity makes the world
Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.

We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals read more

We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals maintain their sense of coherence (i.e. sense that life is comprehensible, manageable, and meaningful) and ability to function in the face of changes in themselves and their relationships with their environment. -Aaron Antonovsky.

Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.

Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.

In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as read more

In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last; then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon. -Horace.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. read more

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.

It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then read more

It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and read more

Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.