Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion . . . . I myself prefer to laugh, since read more

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion . . . . I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

I am as frustrated with society as a pyromaniac in a petrified forest.

I am as frustrated with society as a pyromaniac in a petrified forest.

A life of frustration is inevitable for any coach whose main enjoyment is winning.

A life of frustration is inevitable for any coach whose main enjoyment is winning.

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, read more

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates.

All that is necessary to break the spell of inertia and frustration is to -- act as if it were read more

All that is necessary to break the spell of inertia and frustration is to -- act as if it were impossible to fail.

Life is not an easy matter... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have read more

Life is not an easy matter... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.

Frustration is the wet nurse of violence.

Frustration is the wet nurse of violence.

The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital read more

The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and "mangled mind" leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.

My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and read more

My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and at the sound of the bell, simmer down and go about business as usual