Rajiv Gandhi, while inaugurating the 1985 World Amateur Billiards Championship in Delhi.
If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship.
We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to
jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
CLEAR CONSCIENCE!
Talented in friendliness, a homely young Irish student on crutches won many scholastic honours
and the respect of his classmates. One day a classmate asked the cause of his deformity.
When the fellow answered "infantile paralysis," the friend questioned further. With such a
misfortune, how could he face the world? "Oh," the boy replied with a smile, "the disease
never touched my heart."
The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will
most likely be no ticket-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honour. But that does
not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like
us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our encouragemen, who will need our
unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share
what we had to give.
Too often we underestimate the power of touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest
compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
It's overwhelming to consider the continuous opportunities there are to make our love felt.
The free market is in accordance with the golden rule. We advance ourselves as we help others.
The more we help others, the more we receive in return.
Perhaps the most valuable result of all education is the ability to make yourself do the
thing you have to do, when it ought to be done, whether you like it or not. It is the first
lesson that ought to be learned, and however early a man's training begins, it is probably
the last lesson that he learns thoroughly.
Sometimes we're so concerned about giving our children what we never had growing up, we
neglect to give them what we did have growing up.
The remarkable thing is that we really love oue neighbour as ourselves: we do unto others
as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant towards others
when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. It is not love of
self but hatred of self which is at the root of the troubles that afflict our world.