Quotes About Reflection

You will realize that inasmuch as the past and present cannot be changed, it is pointless to wish they could be different. You will do your best to accept the past, whatever it might have been, and to embrace the present, whatever it might be.

Stoic philosopher Seneca, about whom I will have much to say in this book, "He who studies with a philosopher should take away with him some one good thing every day: he should daily return home a sounder man, or on the way to become sounder.

If you know why you believe something, you will not be upset by having that belief challenged.

While praying, always duck and cover. The authentic spiritual pilgrimage may require that you walk all the way up a holy mountain, only to haul your ass right back down and still not have a clue where you were, are, or will be.

Three steps to becoming the happy person you were meant to be are: Locate your misbeliefs. (Jerry realized that he was telling himself lies.) Remove them. (He argued against them. "I am not lonely!") Replace misbeliefs with the truth. ("It's nonsense to say I'm unlovable and useless. I'm loved with an everlasting love by the God of the universe. In Him, I have countless talents and uses and I am infinitely valuable to Him.")

Jesus is to God as we must be to Jesus.

On the recollection of so many and great favours and blessings, I now, with a high sense of gratitude, presume to offer up my sincere thanks to the Almighty, the Creator and Preserver.

Having contemplated this admirable grove, I proceeded towards the shrubberies on the banks of the river, and though it was now late in December, the aromatic groves appeared in full bloom.

All real education is the architecture of the soul.

Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that thankfulness is indeed a virtue.

But if ever there was an argument to be made for the complex, it was sitting before him at this very moment.

I generally eschew frivolous and meaningless social encounters. - Arlo Patterson

The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom...for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough.

The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

If you trap the moment before it's ripe,The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe;But if once you let the ripe moment goYou can never wipe off the tears of woe.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

What the hammer? what the chain?In what furnace was thy brain?What the anvil? what dread graspDare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spearsAnd water'd heaven with their tears,Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

Turn away no more.Why wilt thou turn away?The starry floor,The wat'ry shoreIs giv'n thee till the break of day.

Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am I not A fly like thee? Or are thou not A man like me?

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.