The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. — Gustave Flaubert. French novelist (1821–1880)
A child of my own! Oh, no, no, no! Let my flesh perish with me, and let me not transmit to anyone the boredom and ignominiousness of life.
To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.