Patience is bitter， but its fruit is sweet.

The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.

The universe would look to a two-dimensional creature who spend its life moving on the service of what turned out to be a globe， it could travel for millions of years and would always return to its starting point， it would never be conscious of what was above it or beneath it.

The best way to be happy is to give.