The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore. — William Somerset Maugham

Of course it was cause and effect, but in the necessity with which follows the other lay all tragedy of life.

When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.