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

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

What to do with your one life? The same thing you would do if you had two lives, and this were the second. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com