Death is not the opposite of life but an innate part of it. By living our lives$$$ we nurture death.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea$$$ and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

To keep a lamp burning$$$ we have to keep putting oil in it.

Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time and always start with the person nearest you.

The brain speculates but the heart knows.

Where it is a duty to worship the sun$$$ it is pretty sure to be a crime to examine the laws of heat.

Go where we may$$$ rest where we will$$$ eternal London haunts us still.

Set up an arbitrary set of rules and then follow them slavishly.

A plate of apples$$$ an open fire$$$ and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

If I can$$$ I will prevent my death from saying anything not first said by my life.