I Think, Therefore I Am

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, There Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.

Unfortunately Complaining Is One Thing Eeyores Are Not Afraid To Do. They Grudgingly Carry Their Thimbles To The Fountain Of Life, Then Mumble And Grumble That They Weren't Given Enough.

Wisdom, Happiness, And Courage Are Not Waiting Somewhere Out Beyond Sight At The End Of A Straight Line; They're Part Of A Continuous Cycle That Begins Right Here. They're Not Only The Ending, But The Beginning As Well.

The Wise Know Their Limitations; The Foolish Do Not.

The Main Problem With This Great Obsession For Saving Time Is Very Simple: You Can't Save Time. You Can Only Spend It. But You Can Spend It Wisely Or Foolishly.