Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? Those who seek the folly of unrelieved 'happiness'-who fear moods, who shun solitude, who do not know the diginity of occasional depression-can find bliss easily enough: in tranquilizing pills, or in senility. The purpose of life is not to be happy.

Hope is ambiguous, but fear is precious.

It is not that which is beautiful that pleases us, but that which pleases is is called beautiful.

Machines certainly can solve problems, store information, correlate, and play games - but not with pleasure.

Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers. The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind.

Money can't buy happiness, but neither can poverty.

Humor is the affectionate communication of insight.