Some 70 tormented years later he departs this earth in roughly the same condition except more wrinkled. Then look no further for an explanation of humanity's fondness for comedians, cartoonists, satirists, comic novelists, and writers of nonsense verse. Whether it will turn out to be more, remains to be seen. Keep your eyes open, friend. Doesn't heat up the old brain, you know, like some Abstractions we might mention.
Happiness is a personal issue, purely personal.
If I'm happy, I don't care if I'm right or wrong, or if you're right or wrong, or if we're all going to hell in a handbasket. I'm happy with things just as they are. Well, it's easy. Just believe in God. Just believe that what seems a cruel fate, marred by hateful accidents and necessities, is actually the gift of a benevolent Power, offered to us all for our enjoyment.