What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. -Crowfoot.

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot tell. From no where we came, into nowhere we go. What is life? Itis a flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo inthe winter time. It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

A life without cause is a life without effect.

Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.

However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.