The dead cannot speak for themselves. It’s the living we must watch.
The curse of the living is that they can’t tell you the secrets of the dead.
The best way to defeat an enemy is to make him a friend.
That’s the trouble with all of us. We’re all just doing what we believe in our hearts must be done.
That’s one of the pleasures of dying. I can finally admit my mistakes. It also makes it easier to ask for favors.
Talking about the people we’ve lost can make it seem as though they’re still with us.
Sometimes, people do the wrong thing for the right reasons.
Sometimes we get a better idea of what’s to come when we look at what’s gone by.
Sometimes the smallest things in life are the most useful.
Sometimes it’s hard to separate fact from fiction.
Sometimes good men do things, thinking them right, only to realize later that they were mistaken.
Sometimes a hand in the dark is the comfort a man needs before his soul takes its final journey.
