What is past is past. never go back. Not for excuses. Not for justification, not for happiness. You are what you are, the world is what it is.
Mario PuzoHe smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful." ... Yes, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important.
Mario Puzo