...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
The highest reward for man's toil is not what he gets for it, but what he becomes by it.
The ideal life is in our blood and never will be still. Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing -- where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger, which he knows that he was meant and made to do.
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
Writing a long and substantial book is like having a friend and companion at your side, to whom you can always turn for comfort and amusement, and whose society becomes more attractive as a new and widening field of interest is lighted in the mind.
Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.
The noun of self becomes a verb. This flashpoint of creation in the present moment is where work and play merge.
A child becomes an adult when he realizes that he has a right not only to be right but also to be wrong.
After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.
I run because if I didn’t, I’d be sluggish and glum and spend too much time on the couch. I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary. I run…to savor the trip along the way. Life becomes a little more vibrant, a little more intense. I like that.