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The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Albert Camus (1913-1960) French novelist, essayist and dramatist.

A constant smirk upon the face, and a whiffing activity of the body, are strong indications of futility.

Lord Chesterfield (1694-1773) British statesman.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

It is the superfluous things for which men sweat.

Seneca (4 BC-65) Roman philosopher and playwright.

A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) British poet and playwright.

He is useless on top of the ground; he ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages.

Mark Twain (1835-1910) U.S. humorist, writer, and lecturer.