All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

After every war someone has to tidy up.

Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

I've reached the age of self-knowledge, so I don't know anything. People who claim that they know something are responsible for most of the fuss in the world.

There's simply too much fuss about myself.