Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.
When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.
I don't generally feel anything until noon; then it's time for my nap.
More bodies were roughly shoved in beside me.
I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?