Those who divorce aren't necessarily the most unhappy, just those neatly able to believe their misery is caused by one other person.

We study biology, physics, movements of glaciers... Where are the classes on envy, feeling wronged, despair, bitterness...

He [Wordsworth] invited his readers to abandon their usual perspective and to consider for a time how the world might look through other eyes, to shuttle between the human and the natural perspective. Why might this be interesting, or even inspiring? Perhaps because unhappiness can stem from only having one perspective to play with.

Being put in our place by something larger, older, greater than ourselves is not a humiliation; it should be accepted as a relief from our insanely hopeful ambitions for our lives.

Marriage: a deeply peculiar and ultimately unkind thing to inflict on anyone one claims to care for.

You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days.