That which is possible is inevitable.

For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.

I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion.

That which is possible is inevitable.

No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.

I think these days when there is so little to believe in——when the old loyalties——God, country, and the hope of Heaven——aren't very real, we are more dependent than we should be on our friends. The only thing left to believe in——someone who seems beautiful.

It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.