Joys come and go like a pleasant breeze. It's the miseries that stick in you like thorns - until you realize that it's all your doing.

We can manufacture whatever we want within ourselves – joy or misery, fear or love, anxiety or ecstasy.

Those who want to leave footprints will never fly.

If you have eyes to see, if you have sensitivity to feel life, within you and outside of you, everything is a miracle.

When you love someone, it is a privilege to do something for them. Service is a poor substitute for love.