Life and Existence

Mens sana in corpore sano.

Mens sana in corpore sano.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

Fourteen heart attacks and he had to die in my week. In MY week.

Suns, that set, may rise again;

Sex and taxes are in many ways the same. Tax does to cash what males do to genes. It dispenses assets among the population as a whole. Sex, not death, is the great leveller.

There is a wicked inclination in most people to suppose an old man decayed in his intellects. If a young or middle-aged man, when leaving a company, does not recollect where he laid his hat, it is nothing; but if the same inattention is discovered in an old man, people will shrug up their shoulders, and say, ‘His memory is going.’

All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.

Depend upon it, Sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.

Depend upon it, Sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

A man ought to read just as inclination leads him; for what he reads as a task will do him little good.

Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know,

Still raise for good the supplicating voice,

He left the name, at which the world grew pale,

Human life is everywhere a state in which much is to be endured, and little to be enjoyed.

Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures.