When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. – Maurice Maeterlinck, Wisdom and Destiny, 1901, translated by Alfred Sutro

Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its shortness. РJean de La Bruy̬re

Many a man gets weary of clamping down on his rough impulses, which if given occasional release would encourage the living of life with salt in it, in place of dust. – Henry S. Haskins

Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God. – Mary Manin Morrissey