Night has patterns that can be read less by the living than by the dead.

Each smallest act of kindness, reverberates across great distances and spans of time --affecting lives unknown to the one who’s generous spirit, was the source of this good echo. Because kindness is passed on and grows each time it’s passed until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage, years later, and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each expression of hatred, each act of evil.

Any drunk who has tried to put his car where a lamppost stands is a self-educated physicist.

Too many dogs continue to be abused and abandond - one is too many - and people continue to kill people for money and envy and no reason at all. Bad people succeed and good people fail, but that's not the end of the story. Miracles happen that nobody sees, and among us walk heroes who are never recognised, and people live in loneliness because they cannot believe they are loved

Death came, Death went, but Commerce flowed Eternal.

A short-order cook, just off work, makes easy tracking for lions and worse

Lies hurt people; imagination makes life more fun.