We have the bad habit, some of us, of looking back to a time - almost any time will do - when society was stable and orderly, family ties stronger and deeper, love more lasting and faithful, and so on. Let me be your Cassandra prophesying after the fact, and a long study of the documents in the case: it was never true, that is, no truer than it is now.

Love must be learned and learned again; There is no end.

You shouldn't side-step suffering if you have to go through it to get where you're going.

Death cancels our engagements, but it does not affect the consequences of our acts in life.

Your mind outwears all sorts of things you may set your heart upon; you can enjoy it when all other things are taken away.

All life worth living is difficult, nobody promised us happiness; it is not a commodity you have earned, or shall ever earn. It is a by-product of brave living, and it never comes in the form we expect, or at the season we hoped for, or as the result of our planning for it.

I do not understand the world, but I watch it's progress.