My struggle to remain healthy is gradually killing me.

Please don't tell me there's no need to worry, it's the only thing I'm any good at.

I am eagerly awaiting my next disappointment.

If you can't go where people are happier, try to make people happier where you are.

If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.

Sometimes the best way to be useful is to get out of somebody's way.

If you must keep groaning, please try to do it in a rhythm I can dance to.