Happiness in the present is only shattered by comparison with the past.
Desperation is like stealing from the Mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.
Action cures fear, inaction creates terror.
Born a saint, die a sinner - born a sinner, die a saint.
If the destination is heaven, why do we scramble to be first in line for hell?
If food were free, why work?