Scars are just another kind of memory.
Right and wrong can be like bloody snakes: so tangled up that you can't tell which is which until you've shot 'em both, and then it's too late.
You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
Every end is the beginning of something else.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.
To have any kind of a future you've got to give up hope of ever changing your past.