Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you’ll understand what little chance you have trying to change others.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another!
Such is the state of life that none are happy but by the anticipation of change. The change itself is nothing; when we have made it the next wish is to change again.
To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.
Change, not habit, is what gets most of us down; habit is the stabilizer of human society, change accounts for its progress.
Elders always lament change – and the young cannot wait for it.
Let no one be ashamed to say yes today if yesterday he said no. Or to say no today if yesterday he said yes. For that is life. Never to have changed – what a pitiable thing of which to boast!
There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse; as I have found in traveling in a stage coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one’s position and be bruised in a new place.
To know what one can have and to do with it, being prepared for no more, is the basis of equilibrium.
Today is not yesterday. We ourselves change. How can our works and thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue always the same? Change, indeed, is painful, yet ever needful; and if memory has its force and worth, so also has hope.