It is a cheering thought to think that God is on the side of the best digestion.
Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.
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!
It takes all sorts of people to make the underworld.
Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.
A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.