People are complaining of having rags and not riches, but I find it a blessing just to have rags, to wipe away the dirt and dust that may come in the course of life.

Why is it people will complain, when they have an open door, where they can walk out to and gaze the stars; rather than having a closed door to lock them in?

It's not what you have on the outside that glitters in light, it's what you have on the inside that shines in the dark.

We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.

I was the epitome of rags to riches.

Why after the dust settles, someone has to come by and blow at it, stirring it up into the air again?