You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if read more

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Life is like an onion. Why is life like an onion? Because you peel away layer after layer and when read more

Life is like an onion. Why is life like an onion? Because you peel away layer after layer and when you come to the end you have nothing.

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the read more

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern.

At the camel
auction slaughterhouse
the camel lot
the rejected creatures
see no Camelot.

At the camel
auction slaughterhouse
the camel lot
the rejected creatures
see no Camelot.

Don't worry about life, you're not going to survive it anyway.

Don't worry about life, you're not going to survive it anyway.

What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of read more

What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others. -Pericles.

What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates read more

What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous.

We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

Clay lies still but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad; when the journey's over read more

Clay lies still but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad; when the journey's over There'll be time enough for sleep.