Life Is Habit. Or Rather Life Is

I Can't Go On. I'll Go On.

Nothing Is Funnier Than Unhappiness.

I Could Not Have Gone Through The Awful Wretched Mess Of Life Without Having Left A Stain Upon The Silence.

[t]he Syndrome Known As Life Is Too Diffuse To Admit Of Palliation. For Every Symptom That Is Eased, Another Is Made Worse. The Horse Leech's Daughter Is A Closed System. Her Quantum Of Wantum Cannot Vary.

Yes, Light, There Is No Other Word For It.