Bindu's World!

JAQUES:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

– Shakespeare

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy;
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.

— William Shakespeare (As You Like It)

No one saves us but ourselves.
No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path.

The whole secret of existence is to have no fear.                                                          Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one.                                             Only the moment you reject all help are you freed.

Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.

Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.

As soon as we think we are safe, something unexpected happens.

Life can only take place in the present moment. If we lose the present moment, we lose life.

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.