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

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

What baffles me is the comfort people find in the idea that somebody dealt this mess. Blind and meaningless chance seems to me so much more congenial - or at least less horrible. Prove to me that there is a God and I will really begin to despair.

Look at it this way: Psychoanalysis is a permanent fad.

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.

I wondered whether any woman could be happy with a man who says 'folderol'.

My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too.