The Unhappy Are Prisoners Of

The Aphorism Offers A Momentary Sense Of Mastery Over Some Confusion Or Unhappiness.

I Gulp Down My Pleasures, Chew Over My Miseries.

Wisdom Has Lost Repute Because It So Often Applies To A State Of Affairs That No Longer Exists.

The Insignificance Of Man Is A Congenial Theme; My Own Insignificance Is A Sore Point.

The Ordinary Life: The Misery Seems Planned, The Happiness Accidental.