I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
We are all like Scheherazade's husband, in that we want to know what happens next.
It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.
... there are shadows because there are hills.
At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, and the whole universe was a hill.
It is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse life. A fault in the scenery, a face in the audience, an interruption of the audience on to the stage, and all our carefully planned gesture mean nothing, or mean too much.