Things happen in everyday life that make you consider living your life just every other day.
The great enemy of achievement is a schedule already full.
If God had intended us to be alone, there would be more pleasure in massaging our own shoulders.
Where hope would otherwise become hopelessness, it becomes faith.
It is the abiding faith of mortals that mortality is a temporary condition.
You can't postpone sorrow, so why would you postpone happiness?