As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the waves disturbeth him not. He raiseth his head like a tower on a hill, and the arrows of fortune drop at his feet. In the instant of danger, the courage of his heart here, and scorn to fly. – Akhenaton
Anger becomes limiting, restricting. You cant see through it. While anger is there, look at that, too. But after a while, you have to look at something else. – Thylias Moss
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen. – Mark Twain, quoted in Autobiography with Letters by William L. Phelps
