H. L. Mencken Quotes

Work is making a living out of being bored.

Working from nine till five every day at something that gives you no pleasure just so that, after thirty years, you can retire.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

Oh, how daily life is. (Ah, que la vie est quotidienne.)

I see a man's life is a tedious one.

Some people are stuck in tedious things, like their jobs, and they are bored. Other people experience one stressful thing after another.

I've reached a point in my life where going to the supermarket is a day out.

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

People's lives are boring.

I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours, a fixed salary, and very little original thinking to do.

I don't do anything but sleep, when I'm not working. I have no life. I'm no fun. All I want to do is sleep and get ready for the next day. It's awesome.

Basically, my life is so boring, it's embarrassing.

Sometimes it feels like my life is just one long day.

I think we were all frustrated with our daily routine.

I love the comfort of daily life's routines: things like being able to read a paper on the subway. It's no accident that my favourite word is 'quotidian.'

I don't lead a particularly exciting life away from work.

Sometimes it gets boring. No justice is supposed to say that. But, you know, there's drudgery in every job you're going to do.

If there were teenagers who had a video camera and saw what I did on a daily basis, they'd be bored out of their mind.

I've done the most awful rubbish in order to have somewhere to go in the morning.

It gets tiring, doing the same thing everyday.

People are so caught in a routine, doing the same things over and over.

No doubt, every job has repetitive aspects.

I had the most boring office job in the world...I used to clean the windows on envelopes.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...