Change and Transformation

Most of us are about as eager to be changed as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

My own education operated by a succession of eye-openers each involving the repudiation of some previously held belief.

Youth wrenches the scepter from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.

It is not possible for civilization to flow backward while there is youth in the world.

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.

Error is to truth as sleep is to waking. I have observed that one turns, as if refreshed, from error back to truth.

To lose your prejudices you must travel.

Deep, unspeakable suffering may well be called a baptism, a regeneration, the initiation into a new state.

We mount to heaven mostly on the ruins of our cherished schemes, finding our failures were successes.

One day it happens. Success happens and it catches you by surprise. One day you are a signature, next day, you are an autograph.

Every success is usually an admission ticket to a new set of decisions.

There is at bottom only one problem in the world, and this is its name. How does one break through? How does one get into the open? How does one burst the cocoon and become a butterfly?

The struggle is to synchronize the potential being with the actual being, to make a fruitful liaison between the man of yesterday and the man of tomorrow.

Potential has a shelf-life.

Adapt or perish, now as ever, is Nature’s inexorable imperative.

You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.

Maturity is a high price to pay for growing up.

Marriage must constantly fight against a monster which devours everything: routine.

Man is the unnatural animal, the rebel child of Nature, and more and more does he turn himself against the harsh and fitful hand that reared him.

You have learnt something. That always feels at first as if you had lost something.

Like the PC, the Internet is a tidal wave. It will wash over the computer industry and many others, drowning those who don’t learn to swim in its waves.

Born Originals , how comes it to pass that we die Copies ?