In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact. There it is. When you realize it you cannot complain.
He who has learned to do nothing with his whole mind and body will have everything done for him.
Which came first the intestine or the tapeworm?
when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.
By the flaws in the picture the truth will emerge.
Americans have a special horror of giving up control, of letting things happen in their own way without interference.