Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine. The Old Curiosity Shop

Only loss teaches us about the value of things. Essays and Aphorisms

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately steppint into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. Moby Dick

"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop." The Analects of Confucius