The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart
It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others
And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.
And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.