Mark Twain Quote

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk

Jealous: Unduly concerned about the preservation of that which can be lost only if not worth keeping

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man

Memory is the diary that we all carry around with us

Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud