All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.
It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.
Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.
If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.
Wars come and go; politics endure.