We will be remembered only by the good work we leave behind even if our very own never remember us after we are gone.

Die when I may, I want it said of me that I plucked a weed and planted a flower where ever I thought a flower would grow.

The problem in todays world is that people lack trust in goodness.

Good Friday was when the Good was crucified but then on Easter the Good arose back.... So wait to realize that be it God or be it human the good never perishes it's rises above.

The two great movers of the human mind are the desire of good and the fear of evil.

Die when I may, I want it said by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.