Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone
As I’ve been telling your, son, you get nowhere looking at clothes and the color of the skin to judge a man. It won’t tell you nothing about what’s inside. That’s where a fellow’s mettle is, and that’s what counts.
You have to learn the difference between a man’s looks, and how fine he shoots. They’ve never been one and the same.