Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.
Books are the most tolerant of friends.
The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.
It is a peculiar thing to believe that you know someone intimately only to find that you really do not. It is like finishing a book only to discover that you have missed several key chapters. THE LETTER Chapter 9 page 104
"Wait and see" is no easier now than it was as a child.
I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.