Nothing really matters except a few things that really don't matter very much.
There may not be a Heaven, but there is a San Francisco.
I didn't mind being a public executioner, once I got the hang of it.
Just when I nearly had the answer, I forgot the question.
It's all very simple, or else it's all very complex, or perhaps it's neither, or both.
The best thing about being too late is that there's no more need to hurry.