Find first, seek later.
Everything resembles the truth, everything can happen to a man.
Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries.
The Lord grant we may all be tillers of the soil.
It is well-known that there are many faces in the world over the finishing of which nature did not take much trouble, did not employ any fine tools such as files, gimlets, and so on, but simply hacked them out with round strokes: one chop-a nose appears; another chop-lips appear; eyes are scooped out with a big drill; and she lets it go into the world rough-hewn, saing: "ALIVE!
As it is so strangely ordained in this world, what is amusing will turn into being gloomy, if you stand too long before it, and then God knows what ideas may not stray into the mind. . . Why is it that even in moments of unthinking, careless gaiety a different and strange mood comes upon one?
Don't blame the mirror if your face is faulty.
We often experience more regret over the part we have left, than pleasure over the part we have preferred.
It is only in God that we discover our origin, our identity, our meaning, our purpose, our significance, and our destiny. Every other path leads to a dead end.
But that constant adjustment and adaptation to your new environment, all the variables are the same. There's always a promoter, there's always a rider, there's always a shower, and there's always a stage.
Adversity is the touchstone of character: it is not in success but in misfortune that hidden powers bear fruit.