The word 'happiness' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
Pessimists are usually right and optimists are usually wrong but all the great changes have been accomplished by optimists.
Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.
It's a weird dynamic - I guess there is a fine line between hope and sadness. Sometimes you can be feeling both at the same time.
Though I am alive now, I do not believe an old man's pessimism is nessessarily truer than a young man's optimism simply because it comes after. There are things a young man knows that are true and are not yet in the old man's power to recollect. Spring has its sappy wisdom.
Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected.
Everything has good and bad.
I prefer to see myself as the Janus, the two-faced god who is half Pollyanna and half Cassandra, warning of the future and perhaps living too much in the past - a combination of both.
I'm an optimist in my heart - I'm a hopeless pollyanna just like my mother - but a pessimist in my head. I think that's the dialectic we all need to be in.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
There are always good times and bad times.
I write about the dark and the happy.
It is a dark, dark world. If you're going to be in a dark world, I can't think of any better one to be in. I still think I'm very lucky to be in it.
Enthusiasm is followed by disappointment and even depression, and then by renewed enthusiasm.
