“So that's what it is!" he suddenly exclaimed aloud. "What joy!”
“And he set to rhyme his ale-measures,And he sang aloud his laws,Because of the joy of giants,The joy without a cause.”
“It never dawned on us that life is unpredictable, that one day, one of us could suddenly cease to exist and what then? What would be the joy in having left so much unsaid? With what memories would we fill the empty silence?”
“It stinks of trains and that chili with the chocolate in it. Ooooh, books!" he exclaimed suddenly, making a beeline for the small library. (Al)”
“Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.”
“But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.”