It's a fine world$$$ though rich in hardships at times.

Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide$$$ voices trapped in yearning$$$ memories trapped in time.

I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just about the best kind of luck you can have.

You forget what you want to remember$$$ and you remember what you want to forget.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

It was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else theyd have no heart to start at all.

Time wounds all heels.

The things we love destroy us every time.

You are a little soul carrying about a corpse$$$ as Epictetus used to say.

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars$$$ and see yourself running with them.