“All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.”

“This dirty little world full of confusion, and the blue rag, stretched overhead for a sky, is so low we could touch it with our hand.”

“While differing widely in the various little bits we know, in our infinite ignorance we are all equal.”

“Each of us is full of shit in our own special way. We are all shitty little snowflakes dancing in the universe.”

“I suddenly had a little epiphany: all the books we own, both read and unread, are the fullest expression of self we have at our disposal.”

“I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try.”