[M]an is a machine made expressly for sorrow; he has only five senses with which to receive pleasure, and suffering comes to him through the whole surface of his body…. The man who does not suffer is an ill-made machine, an imperfect creature… – Claude Tillier (1801–1844), My Uncle Benjamin: A Humorous, Satirical, and

The better I get to know men, the more I find myself loving dogs. – Charles de Gaulle

Sorrow hides behind all your pleasures; you are gluttonous rats which it attracts with a bit of savory bacon. – Claude Tillier (1801–1844), My Uncle Benjamin: A Humorous, Satirical, and