Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.

For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

I always try to believe the best of everybody -it saves so much trouble.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began-
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.