“ A friend is, as it were, a second self. ”
While there's life, there's hope.
~ Marcus Tullius Cicero
The life given us, by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal.
It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.
