But a living is not a life.
If I had a dog that was sick as often as you are, I'd put it down," he observed kindly.
Not being able to think of a reply is not the same thing as accepting another's words.
Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?
History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.
Diplomacy is the velvet glove that cloaks the fist of power.