Issue 280
- Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand.
The sun's rays do not burn until brought to a focus.
- For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds
is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
- Life is either a daring adventure, or it is nothing.
- How does one measure time?
No, not in day, months, or years.
It is measured by the most precious of all things:
Love. Without which all beings and things
whether brave and/or beautiful would perish.
- I don't know why we are here,
but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.
- Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself,
but talent instantly recognizes genius.
- Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves.
But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still,
small voice says to us, something is out of tune.
- You can complain because roses have thorns,
or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
- Let us be thankful for the fools.
But for them the rest of us could not succeed.
- What you can do, or think you can, begin it.