Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends$$$ than that good men should look on and do nothing.

In the end$$$ it's the reality of personal realtionships that save everything.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard there's nothing you can do.

Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough$$$ even death.

Yesterday's gone on down the river and you can't get it back.

The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters

The race isn't to the swift$$$ it's to the thoughtful.

You don't want to become so open minded that the wind whistles between your ears.

If you don't have a plan$$$ you become part of somebody else's plan.

God's love may take the form of wrath. It can show itself to us as a calamity. This is the difficult lesson its taken me a lifetime to learn.