Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: Its four o clock. At five I have my abyss… – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Fatalism is the lazy mans way of accepting the inevitable. – Natalie Clifford Barney