The highest result of love is not what it gives, but what it allows others to give.
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
The soul of man is immortal and its future is the future of a thing whose growth and splendor has no limit.
They must often change, who would be constant in happiness or wisdom.
Success is not about seeking constant external approval; it's about being true to your own values and living a life aligned with your authentic self.
Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
The highest result of love is not what it gives, but what it allows others to give.
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
The soul of man is immortal and its future is the future of a thing whose growth and splendor has no limit.
They must often change, who would be constant in happiness or wisdom.
Success is not about seeking constant external approval; it's about being true to your own values and living a life aligned with your authentic self.
Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.