How in heck are they handling their surplus population in Hell these days? Maybe by the time you and I are in the queue there won't be room for us.
How would you know what happy is if you've never been otherwise.
If you don't know what you want to do, it's harder to do it.
Meanness demeans the demeaner far more than the demeaned.
Keeping score of old scores and scars, getting even and one-upping, always makes you less than you are.
Making mistakes is human ... repeating 'em is too.