Every time we tell anybody to cheer up, things might be worse, we run away for fear we might be asked to specify how.
It is not wise to neglect the present for the future, for who knows what the future will be?
As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.
That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.
How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?
Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each?
There is an aesthetic excitement about painting which is one of the most beautiful experiences that can be. Put things down while you feel that joy.
Bear in mind that you commit a crime by injuring even a wicked brother.
Jet lag is for amateurs.
Realize that your world is only a reflection of yourself and stop finding fault with the reflection. Attend to yourself, set yourself right; mentally and emotionally. The physical self will follow automatically.