I have often said, and oftener think, that this world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel - a solution of why Democritus laughed and Heraclitus wept.
I think of myself as a softy. I think the 87th Precinct novels are very sentimental, and the cops are idealistic guys.
'Hamari Adhuri Kahani' is a very emotional perspective on a traditional Indian woman.
Everyone finds my work super sad. I never do. I always find it uplifting in a weird way.
This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.
I think one of the great joys of being a writer is you can transcend everything, even your own sex, what century you live in, and how you think. I found it quite natural to think as a male because I actually think that as a female, one often thinks in the mind of a male in terms of eroticism. You think about what the other person feels. So it's not that hard to imagine being that person.
The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.
Eldest son of Robert Walpole
That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women seetherelationship between objects? It is an extra dimension of feeling which we men are without and one that makes war abhorrent to all real women?and absurd.
Many people have accused me of having a romantic view, whereas I personally I feel sorry for those who have lost romance in their lives.
Sadness is not necessarily something bad. Don't judge it as a bad or negative quality.
Pessimism, when you get used to it, is just as agreeable as optimism.
Pictures... are also opinions... [they] set down what the camera operator sees and he sees what he wants to see and what he loves and hates and pities and is proud of.
Most of our history in space has been communicated in terms of action - what people do, a chronological list of events which have transpired - as opposed to the human experience of having done those things.
I think I have a romantic idea of life; I certainly have a romantic outlook. I think. I hope.
Christianity satisfies suddenly and perfectly man's ancestral instinct for being the right way up; satisfies it supremely in this, that by its creed Joy becomes something gigantic, and Sadness something special and small.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
