A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.
“Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.”
“Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.”