“ Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again. ”
The morning was bright and propitious. Before their departure, mass had been said in the chapel, and the protection of St. Ignatius invoked against all contingent evils, but especially against bears, which, like the fiery dragons of old, seemed to cherish unconquerable hostility to the Holy Church. (The Legend Of Monte Del Diablo).
~ Bret Harte
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
