It would appear, from the best examples, that the proper way of beginning a preface to one's work is with a humble apology for having written at all.
It is only in the heart that anything really happens.
I liked human beings, but I did not love human nature.
I'm not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.
Happiness is a hardy annual.
What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being.