My father died/ many years ago,/ and yet when something special/ happens to me,/ I talk to him secretly/ not really knowing/ whether he hears,/ but it makes me feel better/ to half believe it.

My father died many years ago, and yet when something special happens to me, I talk to him secretly not really knowing whether he hears, but it makes me feel better to half believe it.

We're still not where we're going, but we're not where we were.

You may not be well read, you may not know how to count, you may write poorly, but as soon as you open your mouth people get an impression of you based both on the content of your message and on the way you deliver it.

Yet say ye, Why? doth not the son bear the iniquity of the father? When the son hath done that which is lawful and right, and hath kept all my statutes, and hath done them, he shall surely live.

Luck is being in the right place at the right time, but location and timing are to some extent under our control.