There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Nothing satisfies an individual incapable of enjoyment.
If you fear nothing, you love nothing. If you love nothing, what joy can there be in life?
I hate how hard spiritual transformation is and how long it takes. I hate thinking about how many people have gone to church for decades and remain joyless or judgmental or bitter or superior.
People who want to be amused have lost the art of living.
When men have killed joy, I do not believe they still live.
A world without delight and without affection is a world destitute of value.
What good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?
It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.
I don't know what happiness is. I don't know what sweet caress is. Still, I'm always laughing like a clown.
