If there's anything I hate it's the word humorist-I feel like countering with the word seriousist.

Try the Lamentations of Jeremiah. They always pick me up.

We are not primarily put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.

Love's blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.

This human nature is shabby stuff, as you may know from introspection.

I made a tentative conclusion. It seemed from all of this that uppermost among human joys is the negative one of restoration: not going to the stars, but learning that one may stay where one is.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.