There's An Expression In Yiddish, Which Is

I Have To Confess That I Have So Rarely Experienced Triumph That I Cannot Claim To Know It Well Enough To Judge, But It Seems To Be At Best A Momentary Joy Followed Instantly By Sadness, And, Then, Of Necessity, By Wariness.

The Voodoo Priest And All His Powders Were As Nothing Compared To Espresso, Cappuccino, And Mocha, Which Are Stronger Than All The Religions Of The World Combined, And Perhaps Stronger Than The Human Soul Itself.

They Gave Themselves Up To The Stars The Way Swimmers Can Surrender To The Waves, And The Stars Took Them Without Resistance.

Writing Is Still My Main Career, But I Would Love, For Instance, To Serve In The New York State Assembly.

If It Weren't For Music, I Would Think That Love Is Mortal.