Sanity is sometimes a matter of going on, outwardly, as if everything is all right.

I've gotten to the place where I find life too short for if-only.

Take the goods the gods provide, and don't stand and sulk when they are snatched away.

that darkest of syllables, death.

it requires a great deal more generosity to take than to give.

Love is recognition, perhaps the highest form of it. You.

Sanity is sometimes a matter of going on, outwardly, as if everything is all right.