A very old and timeless message from a plaque on Grandma Nelda’s bedroom wall:
The clock of life is wound but once and no man has the power to tell just where the hands will stop. At late or early hour. To lose ones wealth is sad indeed, to lose one’s health is more. To lose one’s soul is such a loss as no man can restore.
The present only is our own; live, love toil with a will.
Place no faith in tomorrow.
For the clock may then be still.