Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.

Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.

Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person read more

Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God.

My life has been a series of emergencies.

My life has been a series of emergencies.

There has been much tragedy in my life; at least half of it actually happend. -Mark Twain.

There has been much tragedy in my life; at least half of it actually happend. -Mark Twain.

This is the Law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; That surely the weak shall perish, and read more

This is the Law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; That surely the weak shall perish, and only the fit survive.

The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made. Life is read more

The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made. Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while. -Groucho Marx.

Most people get a fair amount of fun out of their lives, but on balance life is suffering, and only read more

Most people get a fair amount of fun out of their lives, but on balance life is suffering, and only the very sound or the very foolish imagine otherwise.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is read more

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo read more

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.