Maxioms by Robert Louis Stevenson
A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said read more
A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said the lad. "You must have little to do," said the man. The next day, they met again. Once more the lad was weeping. "Why do you weep now?" asked the man. "I am weeping because I have nothing to eat," said the lad. "I thought it would come to that," said the man.
Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.
Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.
Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.
Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like read more
Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.rn
