12:19 AM , October 17, 2024

Question not, but live and labour

Till yon goal be won,

Helping every feeble neighbour,

Seeking help from none;

Life is mostly froth and bubble;

Two things stand like stone,

Kindness in another’s trouble,

Courage in your own.

Adam Lindsay Gordon

8:27 AM, October 11, 2024

I like spring, but it is too young.

I like summer, but it is too proud.

So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death.

Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age.

It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death.

Lin Yutang

9:55 PM, October 3, 2024

You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?

Rumi