I always find beauty in things that are odd and imperfect - they are much more interesting.
When you're not involved, other people's unhappiness seems to be about the funniest damn thing on earth because you think you can solve it, that you are God, that you are above this, and that their unhappiness is just such useless toil and agony. If it's you, it ceases to be a comedy.
All causes are essentially mental, and whosoever comes into daily contact with a high order of thinking must take on some of it.

