I Find People Confusing.

Books Are Like People. Some Look Deceptively Attractive From A Distance, Some Deceptively Unappealing; Some Are Easy Company, Some Demand Hard Work That Isn’t Guaranteed To Pay Off. Some Become Friends And Say Friends For Life. Some Change In Our Absence - Or Perhaps It Is We Who Change In Theirs - And We Meet Up Again Only To Find That We Don’t Get Along Any More.

...and I Went Into The Garden And Lay Down And Looked At The Stars In The Sky And Made Myself Negligible.

But In Life You Have To Take Lots Of Decisions And If You Don't Take Decisions You Would Never Do Anything Because You Would Spend All Your Time Choosing Between Things You Could Do. So It Is Good To Have A Reason Why You Hate Some Things And You Like Others.

Use Your Imagination And You'll See That Even The Most Narrow, Humdrum Lives Are Infinite In Scope If You Examine Them With Enough Care.

Jane Austen Writes About These Humdrum Lives With Such Empathy That They Seem Endlessly Fascinating