Life is just so painful and messy and hard and worth it and all that stuff.

To kill yourself for earning a salary is not worth it.

If you do something that you're not genuinely passionate about, it is a little soul-crushing. Just not worth it.

These $40 burgers with foie gras and truffles and all of that flies in the face of one of the most proletarian foods around. It's overpriced, overdone and just not worth it.

Happiness isn't a constant. You get fleeting glimpses. You have to fight for those moments, but they make it all worth it.

On the whole, I am on the side of the unregenerate who affirms the worth of life as an end in itself, as against the saints who deny it.