There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kill.

Fortune befriends the bold.

We are most nearly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of the child at play.

A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy thats the time that seems long in the memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on.

We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

I like friends who have independent minds because they tend to make you see problems from all angles.