O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!
GPs are almost the only doctors these days who understand all problems, can see the whole person…spend time with the dying…see things through to the end.
The Chinese say that there is no scenery in your home town. They’re right. Being in another place heightens the senses, allows you to see more, enjoy more, take delight in small things; it makes life richer. You feel more alive, less cocooned.
The few certainties in our existences are pain, death and bereavement.
Travel is a joy, full of surprises. Perhaps some of the most enjoyable times are those where one comes close to disaster: the risks add spice, and make for great stories when you are safely back home again.
I think of the irony that in our language [Nepali] the word for love can also mean deceit.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
The meaning and the purpose behind some events are unknowable. This is the ultimate test of our faith. We must trust that everyone in life is here to learn different lessons at different times, that good and bad experiences are only the perceptions of man. After all, some of your worst experiences have truly been your best. They've sculpted you, trained you, developed within you a sensitivity and set you in a direction that reaches out to impact your ultimate destiny.
Posterity will pay everyone their due.
In Moscow you sit in a huge room at a restaurant; you know no one and no one knows you, and at the same time you don't feel a stranger. But here you know everyone and everyone knows you, and yet you are a stranger - a stranger. . . A stranger, and lonely. . .