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 sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room.

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.

My soul has gained the freedom of the night

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

Endurance is frequently a form of indecision.