Life is not the dreadful thing; it is the living of it.

Life in the abstract is a gay pageant, the passing of a show, caparisoned in armour, in ermine, in motley, in what you will.

But see that man without his armour, this woman without her ermine, these in the crowd without their motley and the merry, merry jangling of the bells, and you will find how slender are the muscles that the armour lays bare, how shrivelled the breast that the ermine strips, how dragged and weary is that pitiable, naked figure which a few moments before was dancing fantastically, grimacing with its ape.
Traill took it as it came; the man forced to a crude philosophy, as Life, if we get enough of it, will force every soul of us.

You must have a philosophy if you are going to accept Life.

Even if you refuse it, you must have a philosophy, call it pessimistic, what you wish, it is still a point of view.