one pities most those who loved, and still died. Only those who love, dread death.
Bad enough to make mistakes, without going ahead and marrying them.
It is less difficult to look beyond ... and foretell the future, than to look back and remember what has already gone before.
things never seem as bad as they are.
our deeds have even less substance than we ourselves.
it's been my experience that while impossible things happen frequently, improbable ones never do.