it's been my experience that while impossible things happen frequently, improbable ones never do.
... the world was beautiful, but nobody looked at it except tourists. ... a kind of perfection of existence was always close at hand, and no one reached for it.
our deeds have even less substance than we ourselves.
one pities most those who loved, and still died. Only those who love, dread death.
things never seem as bad as they are.
It is less difficult to look beyond ... and foretell the future, than to look back and remember what has already gone before.