Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere.
Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.
There is no sin except stupidity.
You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere.
Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.
There is no sin except stupidity.
You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?