Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled for the nearest bedpost and slumped forward on extended arms. His shoulders jerked and head sagged a little while his heart broke. Old Man cried the mute cry of men of his generation.

Sometimes, it is wise to let people go without any complaints. If they are a part of our destiny, they will return after a couple of seasons. Till then, let them dwell in the pages of our memories.

My mama always said, You can always ask. The worst they can do is say no. But I don’t think Mama was thinking about revenge and murder when she dealt out that piece of homespun advice

And to think I could be at home cleaning the cat box," Esther Charlemagne said. "Watching for a Peeping Tom is so much better."~ Chapter 2 The Night Shadow by Cheri Vause

The agony of man is always longer than the fleeting moments of bliss. The trick is to reverse those two.

Showing your compassion to another human takes less energy than hating him.

Religion is like wax. How anyone deals with it is decisive for how it will look like.

Words and laws in this world made place for signs and symbols.

To close a fellow human being in your heart compels more respect than attending 1000 Christmas Masses.

The blind cannot see, but nothing escapes him. The others can see but them eludes the things the blind can see.

The unknown is just as unknown as the ability to discover the known inside it.