Sanity is sometimes a matter of going on, outwardly, as if everything is all right.
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.
that darkest of syllables, death.
Love is recognition, perhaps the highest form of it. You.
it requires a great deal more generosity to take than to give.