death was the price of life.
Everything is change; and you cannot step twice into the same river.
There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.
There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare.