People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.
The journey back is always longer than the forward run.
Extending your hand is extending yourself.
Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.
I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair.
Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.