Time cancels young pain.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain.

Pain is certain, suffering is optional.

We must all suffer from one of two pains: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret. The difference is discipline weighs ounces while regret weighs tons.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

The wise man accepts his pain, endures it, but does not add to it.

If you try to cure evil with evil you will add more pain to your fate.

My pain may be the reason for somebody’s laugh. But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody’s pain.

Oh! poverty is a weary thing, 'tis full of grief and pain; it keepeth down the soul of man, as with an iron chain.

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.

Your body is precious. It is our vehicle for awakening. Treat it with care.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

All that is important in this moment is movement. Make the movement vital and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.

Feeling sorry for yourself, and your present condition, is not only a waste of energy but the worst habit you could possibly have.

An hour of planning can say you 10 hours of doing.

The season of failure is the best time for sowing the seeds of success.

No thing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

I remember my youth and the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth and all men.

History is more or less bunk. It’s tradition. We don’t want tradition. We want to live in the present and the only history that is worth a tinker’s damn is the history we made today.

Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.

Life admits not of delays; when pleasure can be had, it is fit to catch it. Every hour takes away part of the things that please us, and perhaps part of our disposition to be pleased.