What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

You can be a mama's boy, be a daddy's boy, but you can't be both. So you cling to the one you think you might lose.

All who are born are always dying.

I give myself a good cry if I need it, but then I concentrate on all good things still in my life.

When he went blundering back to God, His songs half written, his work half done, Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod, What hills of peace or pain he won? I hope God smiled and took his hand, And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool! Life’s book is hard to understand: Why couldst thou not remain at school?" A poem by Charles Hanson Towne

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

Having more does not keep you from wanting more. And if you always want more - to be richer, more beautiful, more well known - you are missing the bigger picture, and I can tell you from experience, happiness will never come