(via hermionejg)

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.

If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry. Worry never fixes anything.