Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.

All bravery stands upon comparisons.

Who can say more than rich praise, that you alone are you?

Silenceis the mother of truth.

Don'thate, it's too big a burden to bear.

Love is an act of faith and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables himto do easily some feat impossible to any other.

There are three ways of bearing ills of life: by indifference, by philosophy, and by religion.

So longas a man is angry he cannot be in the right.

The thoughts that come often unsought, and as it were, drop into the mind, are commonly the most valuable of any we have.

Mirrors should be able to think before reflecting the images.

Everytime we read, a seed is sown for the future.