How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty

It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise the living.

It is futile to judge a kind deed by its motives. Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind.

People who bite the hand that feeds them usually lick the boot that kicks them.

Children are the keys of paradise.