one travels far
being kind, choose kind.
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows
by moving from one place to another.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.
I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
That everyday people die and the rest assume they are immortal.
— From the Mahabharata.