Out of all the things I have lost$$$ I miss my mind the most.

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

Whatever a man prays for$$$ he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself to this: Great God$$$ grant that twice two be not four.

The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth$$$ we who never let each other sleep above it.

The past is to be respected and acknoledged$$$ but not to be worshipped. It is our future in which we will find our greatness.

All the diversity$$$ all the charm$$$ and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

The strongest of all warriors are these two: Time and Patience.

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

Living by faith includes the call to something greater than cowardly self-preservation.