Abhijit Chakrabortti Quotes

Joy, temperance, and repose, Slam the door on the doctor`s nose.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.

Age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought. Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man`s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

Learn to labour and to wait.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one`s judgement of others.

Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted, If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning Back to their springs, like the rain shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Let us, then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.