This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.
Die Weisheit ist nicht den Erfolgreichen besonders eigen. Wer schnell große Erfolge einheimst, wird vielleicht nie weise, denn es ist doch oft die Erfahrung des Misserfolges, die einem in dieser Hinsicht den größten Dienst erweist. Daher ist die Weisheit oft mit Bitterkeit gewürzt. Wer Weisheit mit Heiterkeit und Liebenswürdigkeit verbindet, hat die höchste Stufe im Menschenleben erreicht.
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea ...