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.

I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.

I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.

In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as read more

In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last; then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon. -Horace.

It is not what we get. But who we become, what we contribute... that gives meaning to our lives.

It is not what we get. But who we become, what we contribute... that gives meaning to our lives.

Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.

Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.

We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals read more

We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals maintain their sense of coherence (i.e. sense that life is comprehensible, manageable, and meaningful) and ability to function in the face of changes in themselves and their relationships with their environment. -Aaron Antonovsky.

What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of read more

What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others. -Pericles.

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.

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.