We are each burdened with prejudice; against the poor or the rich, the smart or the slow the gaunt or the obese. It is natural to develop prejudices.

I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller.

There is an unseen life that dreams us. It knows our true direction and destiny.

Our thoughts are unseen hands shaping the people we meet.

I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drive into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl.

Trouble is the place where you find yourself when your judgment malfunction.

People that are organized are just too lazy to get up and look for it.

No one can claim perfection, that's why everyone needs a second chance ad infinitum.

Divorce is an expensive punishment love gets when it fails.

If you resist reading what you disagree with, how will you ever acquire deeper insights into what you believe?