Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned...

The ones who would push you to engage in negative activities are the same ones who would laugh at you if you are drowning in the pool of misery.

A staggering amount of people blame their lives for their miseries, but little do they know that one’s repeated interpretations of one’s life create one’s constant feelings.

The lack of gratitude is the mother of misery.

Why do we come to the world, only to suffer and depart? This is a unsolved misery.