To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.
- Henri Frederic Amiel

"If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he lucky?" - Stanislaw J. Lec "Men of action are favored by the Goddess of luck." - George S. Clason