As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
Death is the final wake-up call.
Beauty is variable, ugliness is constant.
If the destination is heaven, why do we scramble to be first in line for hell?
Drive slow and enjoy the scenery - drive fast and join the scenery.
The more we are filled with thoughts of lust the less we find true romantic love.
