Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know. – Ernest Hemingway (Thanks, Schanna)

[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

Ever get the feeling that sometime early in your life there must have been a briefing that you missed? – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

Fate stalks us with depressing monotony from womb to tomb, and, when we are least expecting it, deals us a series of crushing blows from behind. – Hesketh Pearson, The Whispering Gallery