Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Don't grow up. It's a trap.

The heart is like a garden: It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?

Remember, half the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their class.

One who is too insistent on his own views, finds few to agree with him.

One that desires to excel should endeavour in those things that are in themselves most excellent.

Your purpose is not meant to be a burden; it is meant to be a beacon that guides you to a meaningful life.