Teacher

Man's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions.

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.

To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.

I would not give a fig for the simplicity on this side of complexity, but I would give my life for the simplicity on the other side of complexity.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.