The very worst impulses of humankind can survive generations, centuries, even millennia. And the best of our individual efforts can die with us at the end of a single lifetime.

I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply a companion to my own.

Festina Lente (Hurry in slowly)

Recently abandoned women can be complicated.

Then you must say to her, 'Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you.

He brought his great hand to rest on an early edition of Bram Stoker's novel and smiled, but said nothing. Then he moved quietly away into another section.

You are a total stranger and you want to take my library book.