Después de los cuarenta años la verdadera cara la tenemos en la nuca, mirando desesperadamente para atrás. (After forty years, the real face is on the back of the neck, looking desperately back.) —Julio Cortázar
The present only is a man's possession; the past is gone out of his hand wholly, irrevocably. He may suffer from it, learn from it, —in degree, perhaps, expiate it; but to brood over it is utter madness. —Dinah Maria Mulock