Every Man Has His Destiny. But Who

His Face Was Very Heavily Creased, And Into Each Crease He Had Tucked Some Worry Or Other, So That It Wasn't Really His Face Any Longer, But More Like A Tree That Had Nests Of Birds In All Of The Branches. He Had To Struggle Constantly To Manage It And Always Looked Worn Out From The Effort.

It's Your Duty To Use What Influence You Have, Unless You Want To Drift Through Life Like A Fish Belly-up On The Stream" "i Wish I Could Believe That Life Really Is Something More Than A Stream That Carries Us Along, Belly-up" "alright, If It's A Stream, You're Still Free To Be In This Part Of It Or That Part, Aren't You? The Water Will Divide Again And Again. If You Bump, And Tussle, And Fight, And Make Use Of Whatever Advantages You Might Have-" "oh, That's Fine, I'm Sure, When You Have Advantages." "you'd Find Them Everywhere, If You Ever Bothered To Look!

A Tree May Look As Beautiful As Ever; But When You Notice The Insects Infesting It, And The Tips Of The Branches That Are Brown From Disease, Even The Trunk Seems To Lose Some Of Its Magnificence.

Geisha Is Always Called Beautiful Even If She Is Not.

Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday Wash Dams Away.