Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.
If there's anything I hate it's the word humorist-I feel like countering with the word seriousist.
We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.
How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?
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.
We are not primarily put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.