No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on the proper occasions.

No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on the proper occasions."
Henry Ward Beecher

Now comes the mystery. (His last words)

It's not the work which kills people, it's the worry. It's not the revolution that destroys machinery it's the friction.

The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.