Nothing has such power to broaden the mind as the ability to investigate systematically and truly all that comes under your observation in life. Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180)

Nothing has such power to broaden the mind as the ability to investigate systematically and truly all that comes under your observation in life. Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180)
If you are pained by any external thing, it is not this thing that disturbs you, but your own judgment about it. It is in your power to erase this judgment now. If anything in your own nature gives you pain, who hinders you from correcting your opinion? Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180)
All yesterday I was spinning, Sitting alone in the sun; And the dream that I spun was so lengthy, It lasted till day was done… I went up the hill this morning To the place where my spinning lay — There was nothing but glistening dewdrops Remained of my dream to-day. Adelaide Anne Procter (1825 – 1864)
Do not look at life’s long sorrow; See how small each moment’s pain; God will help thee for to-morrow, So each day begin again. Adelaide Anne Procter (1825 – 1864)
One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready too to let them go… One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band; One will fade as others greet thee; Shadows passing through the land. Adelaide Anne Procter (1825 – 1864)
Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them. Albert Einstein (1879 – 1955)
O, that men’s ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
His overthrow heap’d happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little: And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
We only fail to see the fact that the life we lead is discordant with human nature, because all those horrors among which we quietly live, have come about so gradually that we have not noticed them. Leo Tolstoy (1828 – 1910)