The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution - this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.

Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.