Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – Anon.

Life is so largely controlled by chance that its conduct can be but a perpetual improvisation. – W. Somerset Maugham

Thou wilt find rest from vain fancies if thou doest every act in life as though it were thy last. – Aristotle