Life's unfairness is not irrevocable; we can help balance the scales for others, if not always for ourselves. . -Hubert read more

Life's unfairness is not irrevocable; we can help balance the scales for others, if not always for ourselves. . -Hubert Humphrey.

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the read more

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern.

They live that they may eat, but he himself [Socrates] eats that
he may live.

They live that they may eat, but he himself [Socrates] eats that
he may live.

Life throws you curve balls, but you either learn to swerve them or hit them like there is no tomorrow.

Life throws you curve balls, but you either learn to swerve them or hit them like there is no tomorrow.

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the read more

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.rn

Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person read more

Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.

If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.