I warmed to the phrase, 'Life's a bitch,' when it did the rounds. This rolling phrase gathered a fair amount of moss, and became 'Life's a bitch and then you die.' Nice. But even better, far better indeed, was the counter phrase, 'Life's a bitch and then you don't even die!' Sums up my personal philosophy nicely.
I enjoy counter phrases best of all. Like 'chicken poop for the soul' instead of that icky sticky 'chicken soup for the soul.' Have lost count of the times I've been asked to contribute to the Indian edition of the 'chicken soup' series. "Sorry," I've said firmly, "nothing remotely fuzzy or heartwarming has happened to me ever, thank heavens. But I have loads of material for a 'chicken poop' edition, if you so desire." They never desired that, tragically.
Which brings me to Chinua Achebe's lovely book, Things Fall Apart. Read it over 10 years ago, and was very moved. Have forgotten the story by now, but what remains deeply embedded in my mind is the title. So philosophical and stoic and strong. Things fall apart. Love the implication: So what? Deal with it!