When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. — Maurice Maeterlinck. Belgian playwright and essayist (1862–1949)
Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.
We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet: and, amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us.