There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first; get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating …and you finish off as an orgasm.

You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.

Life ain't fair.
It ain't.
Not never.

Misfortune is not fair, fate is not just, but they exist just the same.

Life ain't fair.
It ain't.
Not never.
It's pointless and stupid and there's only suffering and pain and people who want to hurt you. You can't love nothing or no one cuz it'll all be taken away or ruined and you'll be left alone and constantly having to fight, constantly having to run just to stay alive.

I often think how unfairly life's good fortune is sometimes distributed.

Try to let what is unfair teach you…what is unfair can be a stern but invaluable teacher…you can be shaped, or you can be broken. There is not much in between. Try to learn. Be coachable. Try to learn from everybody, especially those who fail. This is hard.

"Fairness," he said, 'does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.

The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead.

Life, I've learned, is never fair. If they teach anything in schools, that should be it.

Life is, of course, terrible.

Life is unjust and this is what makes it so beautiful. Every day is a gift. Be brave and take hold of it.

Mi injusticia fundamental frente a los hombres se deriva de mi postura respecto a la muerte. No puedo amar a nadie que reconozca la muerte o cuente con ella. Amo a todo aquel, quienquiera que sea, que la detesta, que no la admite y nunca, en ninguna circunstancia, la utilizaría como medio para alcanzar sus fines. De ahí viene que no pueda aceptar a ninguna persona que hoy en día trabaje como físico o técnico nuclear; a nadie que siga voluntariamente una carrera militar; pero tampoco a ningún clérigo que utilice una vida futura como consuelo por la muerte mientras que a él mismo ni se le ocurre morir pronto; y a nadie que considere el fallecimiento de un pariente o amigo como acertado en el tiempo, como una suerte de cumplimiento de esa vida concreta; a nadie que no sienta vergüenza en vez de satisfacción por la muerte de un enemigo; a nadie que haya puesto el ojo en una herencia... Así las cosas, ¿a quién puedo aceptar, quién no pertenece a una de estas categorías, al menos de vez en cuando o en relación con una u otra persona? Por tanto, mientras exista la muerte, yo, que afirmo la vida sin reserva y sin restricciones, debo condenar moralmente a todo ser humano de acuerdo con una moral que, de hecho, ni siquiera es aplicable. Soy tan consciente de esta contradicción fundamental de mi naturaleza que me exhorto una y otra vez a practicar la mesura y a considerar con más detalle todas las circunstancias cuando, una vez más, he emitido el juicio más duro contra una persona.