No one can give you any answers. There aren't any. You have to discover for yourself-you must learn to navigate the mystery.
I am the laughter of the new-born child On whose soft-breathing sleep an angel smiled.
Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.
We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! What man can look on Death unterrified?
In the embers shining bright A garden grows for thy delight, With roses yellow, red, and white. But, O my child, beware, beware! Touch not the roses growing there, For every rose a thorn doth bear.
Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart.
What if thou be saint or sinner, Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,-- Empty paunch, or jolly dinner, When Death thee shall call. All like are rich or richer, King with crown, and cross-legged stitcher, When the grave hides all.
If our tears do not lead us to act then we have lost the reason of our humanity, which is compassion.
In the West, the spirit is separate from the body. In the East these are things that are very real and concrete.
No naturalist has devoted more painstaking attention to the structure of the barnacles than Mr. Darwin.
The easiest thing in the world is to succeed. You can't help it if you follow the rules and play the game the best way you know how according to yourself, instead of according to the one next to you, or above you, or somewhere away from you.