Identity is theft of the self

Identity is theft of the self

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never read more

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

We live in deeds, not years: In thoughts not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should read more

We live in deeds, not years: In thoughts not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Man has three friends on whose company he relies. First, wealth - which goes with him only while good fortune read more

Man has three friends on whose company he relies. First, wealth - which goes with him only while good fortune lasts. Second, his relatives - they go only as far as the grave and leave him there. The third friend, his good deeds, go with him beyond th

Our deeds disguise us. People need endless time to try on their deeds, until each knows the proper deeds for read more

Our deeds disguise us. People need endless time to try on their deeds, until each knows the proper deeds for him to do. But every day, every hour, rushes by. There is no time.

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.

To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.

The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?