If you spend your life waiting for the sun you'll never enjoy the storm. - Morris West

Nothing is permanent. Tomorrow the caravan moves on. The wheels turn. The flowers bloom and die. The good we do in bad times is a seed planted for others to harvest. Evil is a dark hole in creation, where good may once have flourished, where it may take root again one starlit night, when the wounded world murmurs in a healing sleep.

Me gusta caminar. Me gusta esta hora en que han salido las estrellas, los niños duermen y los centinelas están demasiado cansados como para vigilar atentamente. Es una hora de esperanzas. Todos necesitamos esperanzas.

After a death, you eat and drink and remember the good things and try to laugh again. Grief profits no one, least of all the departed, who are quit of it for ever.