Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.

He who controls the present, controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future.

George Orwell

Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to hear the answer.

Source Unknown

Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.

Steven Wright

The law of humanity ought to be composed of the past, the present, and the future, that we bear within us; whoever possesses but one of these terms, has but a fragment of the law of the moral world.

Edgar Quinet

Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord.

Bible

Arguments are extremely vulgar, for everybody in good society holds exactly the same opinions.

Oscar Wilde

Iwapo kila mtu atamheshimu mwenzake kama anavyojiheshimu mwenyewe; tunaweza kuishi mbinguni duniani ... lakini kwanza tuwe na maarifa binafsi.

Enock Maregesi

But in its final creation it was not the part of the Father's power to fail as though exhausted. It was not the part of His wisdom to waver in a needful matter through poverty of counsel.

Giovanni Pico della Mirandola

All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.

Chief Joseph

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable. A journalist is someone who looks at the world and the way it works, someone who takes a close look at things every day and reports what she sees, someone who represents the world, the event, for others. She cannot do her work without judging what she sees.

Marguerite Duras

There is (as I now find) no remorse for time long past, even for what may have mortified us or made us ashamed of ourselves when it was happening: there is a pleasant panoramic sense of what it all was and how it all had to be. Why, if we are not vain or snobbish, need we desire that it should have been different? The better things we missed may yet be enjoyed or attained by someone else somewhere: why isn't that just as good? And there is no regret, either, in the sense of wishing the past to return, or missing it: it is quite real enough as it is, there at its own date and place

George Santayana, letter to Mary

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.

Matthew Arnold