Whatever living beings there may be-feeble or strong, long, stout or of medium size, short, small, large, those seen or those unseen, those dwelling far or near, those who are born as well as those yet to be born-may all beings have happy minds.

You can destroy your now by worrying about tomorrow.

Minds ripen at very different ages.

An open mind leaves a chance for someone to drop a worthwhile thought in it.

As a cure for worrying, work is better than whisky.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.