“Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page”

What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.

No matter what looms ahead, if you can eat today, enjoy today, mix good cheer with friends today enjoy it and bless God for it.

It’s easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.

Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man’s substance with invisible teeth.

He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.

Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.

To know that one has a secret is to know half the secret itself.

Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.

To become an able and successful man in any profession, three things are necessary, nature, study and practice.

To do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.

All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can’t be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot.

That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.

If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.

The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.

Beauty may be said to be God’s trademark in creation.

To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them – the whole leaf and root tribe.

Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God’s holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.

Birth was the death of him.

I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.

I’m from Dagestan, I’m born in Dagestan, and Dagestan is a different level for people living a tough life, people living in the mountains.

Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.

The most brilliant propagandist technique will yield no success unless one fundamental principle is borne in mind constantly – it must confine itself to a few points and repeat them over and over.

Born in poverty, he will take supreme power. He will bankrupt the country. Raising an army in the Milanese marches, he will drain Faenza and Florence of gold and people.

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.