Khalil Gibran's pet gorilla walks into the bar, looks around , does not order anything and proceeds to exit. On his way out he was stopped by a drunkard who asks why he was there in the first place. The gorilla replies...
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and giv…