The Doer Alone Learneth.

To Live Is To Suffer, To Survive Is To Find Some Meaning In The Suffering.

Shared Joys Make A Friend, Not Shared Sufferings.

Life Is A Well Of Joy; But For Those Out Of Whom An Upset Stomach Speaks, Which Is The Father Of Melancholy, All Wells Are Poisoned.

And Many Such Good Inventions Are There, That They Are Like Woman's Breasts: Useful At The Same Time, And Pleasant.

No, Life Has Not Disappointed Me. On The Contrary, I Find It Truer, More Desirable And Mysterious Every Year -- Ever Since The Day When The Great Liberator Came To Me: The Idea That Life Could Be An Experiment Of The Seeker For Knowledge -- And Not A Duty, Not A Calamity, Not Trickery.