The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.

A tragic life is romantic when it happens to somebody else.