While men are composed of both thoughts and feelings, and partisan sentiments are necessary at the physical level to lead men to make choices conducive to survival,
for the nervous-system-rebel, such are a detriment at the mental one.
    (“You might as well ignore them: the healthy adults are gonna keep sluggin’ it out
        in the basement, as will the children in the attic.”)
Struggle per se is not the certain man’s problem  --
for his case, add the modifier, meaningless.
One man who finally caught-on says that looking back now
he can see a kind of progression he went through:
the first part of his life was spent in play like everyone else;
then in his late teens he became serious about learning what he and life
were really all about;
then passed his twenties, thirties and forties seeking a source for such seemingly, deep-hidden information;
then somewhere in his fifties, one day, suddenly and as a complete surprise,
he realized that he knew The Answer, and that all of his questions had been
(and he says there is no other word for it) meaningless,
which in large part turned out to BE their answer.
“All in all,” (adds he) “though thinking back I don’t see how things could have been otherwise, there still is no doubt that (as much extraordinary fun it was)
technically speaking: everything I did and thought in my first fifty odd years to awaken was meaningless  --  and yet I now understand that: it meant everything to me.
(Both neat, weird and  double-neat, huh?!)"

Whales don’t need the flattery of minnows;
why would whales even bother to be whales if they were going to require flattery.

Often after he’s had a few drinks, one guy will hug himself and say:
“I love ya man!” (which he always finds annoying.)

Don’t be concerned about the employment situation:
as long as you will talk about yourself  --  you’ll always have a job.

(Follow-up to previous story): Also: whales don’t need mirrors:
when you’re that large  --  what is there about you for you to see?!

In a sister solar system this year’s award for Excellence-in-religious-thought
went to the slogan: “You’re one too!”

Acting as a self-appointed diagnostician one man says that something is wrong with you physically if you’re over thirty six years old and still reading other men’s writings.

The king explained his football team’s reputation for always, getting-off-to-a-fast-start
by noting they begin each game already credited with three touchdowns
(“Same arrangement as enjoyed by my nephew:
the one who seems to know what's going on.")

As some have verbally surmised, the trick would be to:
Live only in the present moment  --  problem is:
thought finds: the-present-moment a foreign concept.

One man (perhaps with painting on his mind)
refers to the first forty years of his life as his: Idiot Period.

“Son,” said a father to one, “what would you say if I told you there is absolutely no connection between anything a person says and what they understand?”
   “That I trust there’s one exception.”

Conversation.
“Though no zoologist (and certainly no psychologist) will admit it:
life forms who survive best practice opportunistic cannabalism.”
    “I believe man’s arts prove that.”

“You Should Have Your Brakes Tuned Up At Least Once A Year  --  If You’re A Sucker!” --  the full text of a sign never found in buildings where men go to seek forgiveness
and spiritual instruction.

After profusely pondering all the pundits' preferred philosophical and metaphysical questions, one man concluded that the primo one is to ask yourself:
“Why do I like being alive?”

Although he is the only person to appear on stage,
one man’s performance is billed as: “A Two Man Show.”

As he lay dead in his coffin at the state funeral, the slain tyrant thought:
“Hey --  if you wanna be a big shot  --  you gotta be prepared to pay the price.”

Noted the Very Special Prosecutor:
“About the only way to convict an ordinary man of his ordinary life offenses
is by getting him to roll over on his self.”

Dialogue.
“Only the enlightened regularly feel excited and happy for no reason.”
    “What about manic depressives?”
“Well....ah....”

To put a useable handle on the boy’s current perception of things,
one father told a son that they were too poor to afford a subconscious,
and personal-issues.