Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.



Love gives not but itself, and takes naught but from itself.



Life goes not backward nor tarries with yesturday.



You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.



The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.



To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.