Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

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Whether of not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Go Placidly, Amid the noise and Haste & Remember what peace there may be in silence.

May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit. Though the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions be such as will keep me friendly with myself.

Let me not follow in the clamor of the world, but walk calmly in my path.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

Historian: an unsuccessful novelist.

Many of us live that life where we are only happy when there's a good day passing by, instead of being sad when there's one bad day passing leaving us confused.

Imagine how extraordinary the world would be if everyone believed the only man capable of evil…was himself.

Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next." "Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.

The way I judge myself is not on how many World Cups I can win in a row.

If we are strong, and have faith in life and its richness of surprises, and hold the rudder steadily in our hands. I am sure we will sail into quiet and pleasant waters for our old age.

There are some things we should feel guilty about, but the guilt feelings should attach to the deed, not to the doer.

Concentration is the secret of srength.

I very much faced my mother's death with hard, arduous and time-consuming labor. The more I would do, the less I would feel.

Life is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.