The Tragedy Of Ignorance Is Its Complacency.

You Aren't Really Old Until Nothing Is Fun Enough To Make You Forget The Weather.

As We Grow Older, Our Bodies Get Shorter And Our Anecdotes Longer.

Why Wish For The Privilege Of Living Your Past Life Again? You Begin A New One Every Morning

There Are Glimpses Of Heaven To Us In Every Act, Or Thought, Or Word, That Raises Us Above Ourselves.

The Tragedy Of Ignorance Is Its Complacency.