Time is fleeting. But the impact we make within that time is eternal.

Although time seems to fly by, it never travels faster than one day at a time. Each day is a new opportunity to live your life to the fullest.

If your presence doesn't make an impact, your absence won't make a difference.

Quizá para ti hay un
mañana. Quizá para ti hay mil mañanas, o tres mil, o diez mil, tanto tiempo que
puedas inundarte en él, dejarlo deslizarse como monedas a través de tus dedos.
Tanto tiempo que puedes desperdiciarlo.
Pero para alguno de nosotros, sólo existe el hoy. Y la verdad es que,
realmente nunca lo sabes.

In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

He believed that he must, that he could and would recover the good things, the happy things, the easy tranquil things of life. He had made mistakes, but he could overlook these. He had been a fool, but that could be forgiven. The time wasted--must be relinquished. What else could one do about it? Things were too complex, but they might be reduced to simplicity again. Recovery was possible.