You can be angry that someone did not flush the toilet, or be glad that they have relieved themselves into it.

Sometimes a woman offers a man friendship out of pity, as a consolation, or as a consolation prize, for his failure to make her want him, or at least agree to be in a relationship with him.

Other than the promise of life after death, nothing consoles the poor better than the fact that rich people are also subject to death.

Happiness is merely a consolation for not yet being dead.

Making God a man is the consolation prize that our forefathers gave themselves for not being the ones who were each blessed with a vagina.

Death devours not only those who have been cooked by old age; it also feasts on those who are half-cooked and even those who are raw.

Life takes from us only lives we were given by it.

It is our natural and moral duty as consumers of other living things to someday die.

Not everything happens for a reason; we claim that it does for a reason: to console ourselves.