How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
C. S. Lewis
We cannot rest until we make sure that our families can afford to live and raise their kids here, that our seniors can remain in their homes and afford their health and pharmaceutical costs.
Do not by any means destroy yourself, for if you live you may yet have good fortune, but all the dead are dead like.
Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it.
Has not one of the poets said that a noble friend is the best gift...
If it is foolish and impudent to ask for victory in a war (on the ground that God might be expected to know best), it would be equally foolish and impudent to put on a mackintosh—does not God know best whether you ought to be wet or dry?