You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never catch it. But if you sit quietly in the grass it will come and sit on your shoulder. – Anon.

As I pass it, I feel as if I saw a dear old mother, sweet in her weakness, trembling at the approach of her dissolution, but not appealing to me against the inevitable, rather endeavouring to reassure me by her patience, and pointing to a hopeful future. – Thomas Edward Brown