“Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.” — Bret Harte

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.