It's what's in *yourself* that makes you happy or unhappy.
Hate doesn't last. Love does.
One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.
Hercule Poirot: I am an imbecile. I see only half of the picture. Miss Lemon: I don't even see that.
The tragedy of life is that people do not change.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.