I was doing a little reading this morning and came across this. It reminded me of a conversation we had a while back.
At certain moments, always unforeseen, I become happy.....I look at the strangers near as if I had known them all my life...everything fills me with affection.....It may be an hour before the mood passes, but latterly I seem to understand that I enter upon it the moment I cease to hate. W.B. Yeates