Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindess. Our mailman was a dance teacher at night and I would watch him sometimes to see if he would deliver the mail differently than the others. I would expect to see him leaping over bushes with his toes pointing like arrows, but all he ever did was walk.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory. Before we grow old and die. I lift my glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. But though read'st black where I read white.