We spend most of our childhood playing, we spend most of our adulthood trying to find time to play and at some point before death we come to the realization we simply should have never quit playing.

I can not imagine anything more painful than life itself, unfortunately the alternative is not very appealing.

Time heals everything but a broken heart when your child dies.

Deciding that your goal in life is happiness is about as productive as a cat deciding its goal in life is catching that light someone shines on the floor.

You may legally become an adult at a certain age but the moment you truly become an adult is the moment you realize you want things for those you love and admire more than you want things for yourself.

To think what is true, to sense what is beautiful and to want what is good, hereby the spirit finds purpose of a life in reason.