Ah, happiness courts the light so we deem the world is gay. But misery hides aloof so we deem that misery there is none.
Herman MelvilleFor, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts, to welcome such glad-hearted visitants . . .
Herman Melville