Life doesn't give you what you want. It gives you what you work for.
Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.
The past, like the future, is indefinite and exists only as a spectrum of possibilities.
Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Life doesn't give you what you want. It gives you what you work for.
Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.
The past, like the future, is indefinite and exists only as a spectrum of possibilities.
Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.