"The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-b..." — Robert Louis Stevenson

The mark of a good action is that it appears inevitable in retrospect.

We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.

So long as we are loved by others I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.

Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.