No matter how tall a tree can grow
It wont able to touch the sky
No matter how deep you dig the hole
It wont reach the bottom end
(I mean that it is like we are not the greatest one,
always many people out there are better than us
so be humble, and we must also not the unluckiest person in the world, we are far in better place in many people out there... so be thankful, we are in great place already)
If you are trying to run a whorehouse in the sky, then get a license.
(Martha Griffiths (b. 1912), U.S. politician. Said by the Congresswoman in the late 1960s. She was chastising airline executives for their policy of forcing the retirement of flight attendants who married or reached a certain ageusually some age in their thirties. As quoted in American Women in the 1960s, ch. 14, by Blanche Linden-Ward and Carol Hurd Green (1991).)
I promise to be an excellent husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, will not appear every day in my sky.
(Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860-1904), Russian author, playwright. Letter, March 23, 1895, to his editor and friend, A.S. Suvorin. Complete Works and Letters in Thirty Volumes, Letters, vol. 6, p. 40, "Nauka" (1976).)