Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?

It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.

Are there any punishments in life but our joys turned against us?

Blessed are those who give without remembering and take without forgetting.

Seeing through is rarely seeing into.

To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing.

Irony is the hygiene of the mind.