A hermit never lives alone when he has God as a house guest.

It's when you take the chill out of chilli that I am left alone.

God hasn't given up on man.
He just doesn't understand him.

Dad?" Jesus asked.
"Yes, son?" God replied.
"Do we still have any wrapping paper?" Jesus asked.
"No, we don't. I used it all to make butterflies," God answered.
"Butterflies?" Jesus asked bewildered.
"Yes, butterflies," God said.
"Why?" Jesus now asked.
"Well, sometimes there is no rain so that means no rainbows. And then sometimes people walk alone or don't look at other people and so that don't see any smiles either. So I cut up the wrapping paper and made butterflies for the people of Earth to see and look at so they would smile."
"That's lovely dad, but what about moths?" Jesus asked.
"They're just small butterflies," God answered.
Jesus laughed, "I love butterflies."
"I know," God said as he smiled at his son.

The joy of having no friends is that I can do anything I want; when I want.
The downside is, that I have no one to share it with.

I don't know about you, but I celebrate being in love with life by smiling.