Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.
There exists only the present instant… a Now which always and without end is itself new. There is no yesterday nor any tomorrow, but only Now, as it was a thousand years ago and as it will be a thousand years hence.
Do not say, ‘It is morning,’ and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.
Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.