The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.
Don’t be too worried for having too many things unaccomplished. Make a deal; accomplish only one thing; one special thing today. Repeat this tomorrow. It will amaze you how much you’ll get done in a week!
Consider the possibility that many of the things you hear and say are utter nonsense and meaningless repetitions of noise.
Nature repeats herself more than one would imagine. The sea has infinitely more variety.
When I prepare, then I become pregnant… and then I produce. When I produce, then I praise the Lord… and then I become prosperous and then the cycle repeats!
Virtue is imaginative, evil repetitive.
Fame is an island, and right before the castaway, the getaway of being known without being known.
If you keep on saying a single thing to yourself, you are likely to attract it to yourself, dreaming it always, then in a twinkle of an eye, it comes to you.
As is the curse of Humanity. We constantly rediscover the old and sing platitudes of its newness.