Cynicism Is A Form Of Cowardice, A

Compassion Is The Thing That Leads You Gently Back To Yourself.

The Act Is Unjustifiable That Either Begs For A Blessing, Or, Having Succeeded Gives No Thanksgiving.

When You Put Something Good Into The World, Something Good Comes Back To You.

But Who Would Rush At A Benighted Man, And Give Him Two Black Eyes For Being Blind?

Until You Divest Yourself Of The Notion That You Are A Collection Of Needs, An Empty Vessel That Someone Else Must Fill Up, There Will Be No Safe Place To Harbor Yourself, No Safe Shore To Reach. As Long As You Think Mostly Of Getting, You Will Have Nothing Real To Give.