It is never too late, no matter how old you get because anytime or any point in your life you can always have a chance to make a difference. You can always make a change for the better no matter what background you derived from. You can always do your best and be all that you can be because you will always be uniquely you. It is why it is always wise to listen to your eternal heart, your eternal instincts, and what it had always strove for and/or to do because really anybody can make a difference not only in their own lives but in the lives of others. It is never too late to shine; never.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
May every soul that touches mine – be it the slightest contact – get there from some good; some little grace; one kindly thought; one aspiration yet unfelt; one bit of courage for the darkening sky; one gleam of faith to brave the thickening ills of life; one glimpse of brighter skies beyond the gathering mists – to make this life worthwhile.
There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
