Your body is only clothing. Your flesh will wither, but you are your heart and mind, and they do not change except to grow stronger.
You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.
You can never know everything, and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway.
Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.