The privilege of absurdity; to which no living creature is subject, but man only.
If men are naturally in a state of war, why do they always carry arms and why do they have keys to lock their doors?
Life is nasty, brutish, and short
Where there is no common power, there is no law
There is no such thing as perpetual tranquility of mind while we live here.
It's not the pace of life I mind. It's the sudden stop at the end.