Sundays, quiet islands on the tossing seas of life.

Sundays, quiet islands on the tossing seas of life.

The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong.

The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong.

I don't want anything I don't deserve, [but] if they offer me more money, I'm not stupid.

I don't want anything I don't deserve, [but] if they offer me more money, I'm not stupid.

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.

In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and read more

In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and his work is peace.

Get out of the blocks, run your race, stay relaxed. If you run your race, you'll win. Channel your energy. read more

Get out of the blocks, run your race, stay relaxed. If you run your race, you'll win. Channel your energy. Focus.

Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy. - Paradoxes.

Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy. - Paradoxes.

There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while read more

There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual.

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions read more

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.