In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. – Robert Ingersoll Category: Día de los Muertos
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. – Edvard Munch Category: Día de los Muertos
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? – Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet" Category: Día de los Muertos
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. – From a headstone in Ireland Category: Día de los Muertos
We need the private sector to create jobs. If the government could create jobs Communism would have worked, but it didnt. – Tim Scott Category: Government
There is no defense against adverse fortune which is so effectual as an habitual sense of humor. – Thomas W. Higginson Category: Humor
