The ideal death I think is what was the ideal Victorian death you know with your grandchildren around you a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.
Grief has limits whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened but we fear all that possibly may happen.
Truth comes out in wine.
Such is the audacity of man that he hath learned to counterfeit Nature yea...
Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.
If you have everything under control, you're not moving fast enough
Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of...
