1836 – 1902 • American • Author
A bird in hand is a certainty. But a bird in the bush may sing.
Man has the possibility of existence after death. But possibility is one thing and the realization of the possibility is quite a different thing.
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.
