Love, like alcoholism, comes to a point of no return.
Hope is a dream deferred.
Opinion is the death of knowledge.
Growing old is not a thing to watch. It cannot be forgiven in others. Alone, it can be borne. Even indulged.
Human comedy is more profound than tragedy. In tragedy we die and it is very sad. In comedy we avoid death, and it is even sadder.
As the medieval mind blamed God for human suffering, so the modern mind blames 'the system' for the industrial blight and plague of technology.