What I have found most aching, is the trouble of – my own making.
It is far easier to broaden our life than it is to lengthen it.
It’s good to be a forgetter of bad – and bad to be a forgetter of good.
It’s harder for the neighbors to complain about my late night noisy parties while they are at my late night noisy parties.
To see where I’m going I open my eyes; to see where I am – I close them.
How can we arrive if we never leave?
To be more, need less.
Why sugarcoat, when the truth is so much sweeter?
Instead of stewing over past mistakes, let’s be grateful for all the new things we have yet to regret.
It’s more appetizing to see obstacles as carrots rather than sticks.