In the end, we will remember not the most beautiful face, but the most beautiful heart and soul.
This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.