Tina Haigler

“Ignorance is the world's oldest prison,
fear is the world's oldest slave master,
envy is the world's oldest poison,
desire is the world's oldest fuel,
curiosity is the world's oldest scholar,
conscience is the world's oldest preacher,
karma is the world's oldest judge,
time is the world's oldest healer,
destiny is the world's oldest prophet,
truth is the world's oldest sage,
courage is the world's oldest warrior,
love is the world's oldest angel,
joy is the world's oldest medicine,
intelligence is the world's oldest professor,
light is the world's oldest mirror,
eternity is the world's oldest vault,
knowledge is the world's oldest tree,
wisdom is the world's oldest fountain,
nature is the world's oldest clock,
reality is the world's oldest portrait,
darkness is the world's oldest curtain,
stars are the world's oldest lamps,
the sky is the world's oldest blanket,
the Earth is the world's oldest bedroom,
life is the world's oldest theatre,
fate is the world's oldest conductor,
people are the world's oldest actors,
angels are the world's oldest spectators,
and God is the world's oldest theatre owner.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“The world is governed by these evil twins:
pain and pleasure,
truth and ignorance,
fate and chance,
wealth and poverty,
war and peace,
tolerance and prejudice,
science and religion,
justice and inequality,
harmony and chaos,
freedom and oppression,
duty and apathy,
unity and individuality,
and life and death.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“The heart is a classroom,
the soul is a teacher,
the mind is a student,
and life is the exam.

The world is a university,
the universe is our professor,
wisdom is our homework,
and love is our final exam.

Life is an academy,
God is the instructor,
character is the assignment,
and virtue is the exam.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Young men in such matters are so often without any fixed thoughts! They are such absolute moths. They amuse themselves with the light of the beautiful candle, fluttering about, on and off, in and out of the flame with dazzled eyes, till in a rash moment they rush in too near the wick, and then fall with singed wings and crippled legs, burnt up and reduced to tinder by the consuming fire of matrimony. Happy marriages, men say, are made in heaven, and I believe it.”
― Anthony Trollope, Complete Works of Anthony Trollope