Take the goods the gods provide, and don't stand and sulk when they are snatched away.
I've gotten to the place where I find life too short for if-only.
You can pack a bag and take a plane somewhere, anywhere, and when you get there and open the bag - lying right on top will be whatever you're running away from. The very first thing you'll have to unpack.
it requires a great deal more generosity to take than to give.
Sanity is sometimes a matter of going on, outwardly, as if everything is all right.
that darkest of syllables, death.