I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.

Nothing worth while is every easy come by.

It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?

It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.

She had a way of embroidering life with stars.