There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

There is no language that love does not speak.

A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.

One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.

All in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wrong, And there is gain in this. We do not always win the race By only running right; We have to tread the mountain's base Before we reach its height.

Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no man can help you die

We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure