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Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change

I have never had any trouble turning the page in the book of my life.

You are going to make mistakes — own them, make amends, and move on. Guilt and regret kills many a man before their time. Turn the page, get off the ride.

The race is never over. The journey has no port. The adventure never ends because we are always on our way.

there is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more uncertain in its success, than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order of things, because the innovator has for enemies all those who have done well under the old conditions, and lukewarm defenders in those who may do well under the new

The past material conditions of life have gone for ever; no will of man can recall them.

All our limitations are in our own minds, the supply is there waiting in vast abundance.

The present time is the raw material out of which we make whatever we will.

Do not brood over the past, or dream of the future, but seize the instant and get your lesson from the hour.

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself

the foolish overlook and neglect present blessings, through their thoughts being ever intent on the future; but the wise make the past clearly present to them through memory

nature makes us free and unrestrained, but we bind and confine immure and force ourselves into small and scanty space

As therefore the shoe is shaped by the foot, and not the foot by the shoe, so does the disposition make the life similar to itself.

as the strings of the bow and lyre are alternately tightened and relaxed, so is it with the order of the world; in human affairs there is nothing pure and without alloy

The more man acts and makes actual what was latent in him, the nearer does he bring the distant Yet-to-be.

All our egoistic impulses, our selfish desires, obscure our true vision of the soul.

For life is immortal youthfulness, and it hates age that tries to clog its movements--age that belongs not to life in truth, but follows it as the shadow follows the lamp.

It is for our self to know that it must be born anew every moment of its life.

The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation.

Though slowly and with pain, the objects of the affections change, as the objects of thought do.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines

Fear is an instructor of great sagacity and the herald of all revolutions.

Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfilments; each of its joys ripens into a new want.

Thus even love, which is the deification of persons, must become more impersonal every day.

Their once flaming regard is sobered by time in either breast, and losing in violence what it gains in extent, it becomes a thorough good understanding.