We had been friends. We could not become strangers. It left only one thing: we must be enemies.

It is because they are so strong that she hides her feelings.

I think before I act---and then think again. I am not entirely a coward, but I do not lose myself in action as you do.

There is always something to lose. But maybe more to gain.

What men do matters more than what they know.

And though I remember her name I cannot recall her face. All things pass.

We all have to learn to live with our losses, and to use our regrets to spur us on in the future.