Charity consists not so much on HOW MUCH WE GIVE to the person but on HOW MUCH WE KEEP FOR OURSELVES

The instructive admonitions, “give an account of thy stewardship,“—“occupy till I come;” are forgotten. Thus the generous and wakeful spirit of Christian Benevolence, seeking and finding every where occasions for its exercise, is exploded, and a system of decent selfishness is avowedly established in its stead; a system scarcely more to be abjured for its impiety, than to be abhorred for its cold insensibility to the opportunities of diffusing happiness.

When one meditates, one goes to the root of one's existence; only then will one see the fruit of the meditation - in other words - NO ROOT, NO FRUIT and KNOW ROOT, KNOW FRUIT.

Whatever the heart loves, the head must think about; what the head thinks about the mouth must speak of; whatever the mouth speaks of the hand must do.

Nor was her love for Udayan recognizable or intact. Anger was always mounted to it, zigzagging through her like some helplessly mating pair of insects. Anger at him for dying when he might have lived. For bringing her happiness, and then taking it away. For trusting her, only to betray her. For believing in sacrifice, only to be so selfish in the end.

Galinda didn't see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear yet...She was, after all, on her way to Shiz because she was smart.
But there was more than one way to be smart.