Tact is the unsaid part of what you think; it's opposite, the unthought part of which you say

Tact is the unsaid part of what you think.

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.

A friend is what the heart needs all the time.

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.