“Poor me. There's nothing so sweet as wallowing in it is there? Wallowing is sex for depressives.”

“One who wallows in regret cannot see into their future. Wallowing in regret brings nothing but harm; by doing so, they only bring afflictions upon themselves.”

“Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair Hippopotamine maid.
The Hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade:

Mud! Mud! Glorious mud!
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So, follow me, follow, down to the hollow,
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.</i”

“Pour ourselves a glass of stout
And let our Rael Brook shirts hang out
Nothing makes us more content
To let us wallow in a bit of nonsense”

“People say 'Poor guy.' That insults me. I despise sympathy. So I screwed up. I made some mistakes. 'Poor guy,' like I'm some victim. There's nothing poor about me.”

“The depression and suicidal fantasies of three years ago are nothing but a memory to me now.”

“Sex is good, but not as good as fresh sweet corn.”

“My, I get so depressed after a poor meal; that's why I can never stay in England for more than a week.”

“There's nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.”

“But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.”