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Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things and I'll show you a man who cannot be read more
Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things and I'll show you a man who cannot be trusted to do big things.
Its the little things that matter, that add up in the end, with the priceless thrilling magic found only in read more
Its the little things that matter, that add up in the end, with the priceless thrilling magic found only in a friend.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by read more
The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by your own.
The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.
The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, read more
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, to a certain extent, to communicate his misery. He frightens other people as much as they frighten him. He acts like a damper upon the whole room, and the most jovial spirits become, in his presence, depressed and nervous.
Take a look at your natural river. What are you? Stop playing games with yourself. Where's your river going? Are read more
Take a look at your natural river. What are you? Stop playing games with yourself. Where's your river going? Are you riding with it? Or are you rowing against it? Don't you see that there is no effort if you're riding with your river?
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.
