I feel happy or sad. I love people. Therefore I am human. Isn't that so? - Brian Aldiss

Life on the big slope was endurable, and sometimes more than just endurable, for the human spirit was a genius for making mountains out of molehills of happiness.

"The misfortune of a young man who returns to his native land after years away is that he finds his native land foreign; whereas the lands he left behind remain for ever like a mirage in his mind.
However, misfortune can itself sow seeds of creativity. — — Afterword to "Hothouse" Brian Aldiss"

Waves climbed the slope of the beach, fell back, and came again.