He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.
I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.
Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.
Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.
I love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English.
I hate babies. They're so human.