We always have reason to rejoice and never have reason to complain.

This book is not the memoir of a contented man. It’s not the poignant reflections of a white-haired guru who has finally figured out the secret to contentment. It’s more like sweaty, bloody, hastily scribbled...

When someone says “just saying” what they really mean is, “You would be a colossal idiot to not take my advice.” (on Facebook)