Things I've Learned from My Father

1. Think for yourself.

2. Beware of ideology.

3. Poverty is hell.

4. It's not how much you earn that matters but how much you save.

5. Education is the best shortcut out of poverty.

6. Tell me what you brag about and I'll tell you what you lack.

7. Cada cabeza es un mundo. (Every head is a world; i.e., all people are special.)

8. You can always find an excuse not to do something if you don't want to do it.

(A repost.)

Dichos (Sayings)

1. Una buena acción es la mejor oración. (A good deed is the best prayer.)
2. Perro que no camina, no encuentra hueso. (A dog that doesn't walk doesn't find a bone.)
3. De tal palo, tal astilla. (From such a stick, such a splinter.)
4. No hay atajo sin trabajo. (There is no shortcut without work.)
5. Querer es poder. (To want to is to be able to do [something].)
6. Una buena palabra no cuesta nada. (A kind word costs nothing.)
7. A mal paso, darle prisa. (If it's a disagreeable job, get with it.)
8. La palabra es plata, el silencio oro. (Speech is silver, silence gold.)
9. Lo que bien se aprende, nunca se pierde. (What is well learned is never forgotten.)
10. El no hacer nada, es mucho trabajo. (The hardest work is to do nothing.)

Things I've Learned from My Father

1. Think for yourself.

2. Beware of ideology.

3. Poverty is hell.

4. It's not how much you earn that matters but how much you save.

5. Education is the best shortcut out of poverty.

6. Tell me what you brag about and I'll tell you what you lack.

7. Cada cabeza es un mundo. (Every head is a world; i.e., all people are special.)

8. You can always find an excuse not to do something if you don't want to do it.

Things I've Learned from My Mother

1. People are the product of their experiences.
2. Five years are going to go by, regardless of your actions, so you might as well do something useful with that five years.
3. True love is loving someone despite the fact that he or she imperfect, not because he or she is perfect. After all, if you only reserve your affection for people who are perfect, how can you possibly expect to love yourself when you discover yourself to be imperfect?