A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

It’s not about the number of hours you practice, it’s about the number of hours your mind is present during the practice.

One minute can decide the outcome of the battle, one hour – the outcome of the campaign, and one day – the fate of the country.

My father once told me that anyone who worked for three dollars an hour owed it to himself to put in four dollars’ worth of work.