History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.

A good friend of my son's is a son to me.

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it.

I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.