When you can't have anything else, you can have virtue.

A certain alloy of expediency improves the gold of morality and makes it wear all the longer.

The most pleasant and useful persons are those who leave some of the problems of the universe for God to worry about.

Give up the dream that Love may trick the fates To live again somewhere beyond the gleam Of dying stars, or shatter the strong gates Some god has builded high; give up the dream.

This is another day! Are its eyes blurred with maudlin grief for any wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp dust, death, death; I am alive!

A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.

I suppose the human race is doing the best it can but hells bells thats only an explanation its not an excuse.