I have to admit that I am a careless person. That's why I'm afraid of being hurt.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

Follow effective action with quiet reflection. From the quiet reflection will come even more effective action.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.

Stare into a mirror through a single pane of glass Adore the reflection for the image will soon pass