It's not a question of learning much.On the contrary.It's a question of UNLEARNING much.
As the soft yield of water cleaves obstinate stone, So to yield with life solves the insolvable: To yield, I have learned, is to come back again.
I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fine clothes may disguise, but silly words will disclose a fool.
One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.
There is no question climate change is happening. The only arguable point is what part humans are playing in it.
And this sensitivity will create new friendships for you - friendships with trees, with birds, with animals, with mountains, with rivers, with oceans, with stars. Life becomes richer as love grows.
Learn from the mistakes of others. You can never live long enough to make them all yourself.
Sometimes one creates a dynamic impression by saying something, and sometimes one creates as significant an impression by remaining silent.
Property is surely a right of mankind as real as liberty.
Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence.
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
Instinct is a marvellous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.
One of the truest tests of integrity is its blunt refusal to be compromised.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Your reputation is in the hands of others. That's what the reputation is. You can't control that. The only thing you can control is your character.
In moments of great grief, thatís where you look and immerse yourself. You realise you are not immortal, you are not a god, you are part of the natural world and you come to accept that.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.
Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects.
Happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination.