There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.

There is hopeful symbolism in the fact that flags do not wave in a vacuum.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo's song, To show that she is here;