Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of ones lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning and life at that price is not worth living. – Gilbert Parker
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
