Love Quote by W. C. Fields

Fields lands the line like a shrug from the edge of the grave: mock reassurance that quietly admits the only guarantee you get is mortality. "Don't worry about your heart" sounds like the voice of a doctor, a priest, or a self-help crank offering comfort. Then the punch turns the comfort into a trap: "it will last you as long as you live". Well, yes. That is exactly the problem. The joke isn’t merely pedantic; it’s a sly rejection of the modern fantasy that worry can purchase control, that health can be negotiated with enough vigilance and virtue.

The intent is comic deflation. Fields takes a common anxiety - the heart as both organ and metaphor - and reduces it to a brutally literal timeline. Your heart will hold out right up until it doesn’t, and no amount of fretting changes the endpoint. In that move, he also punctures sentimental talk about "following your heart". The heart here isn’t a noble compass; it’s a piece of machinery with a warranty that expires at death.

Context matters: Fields worked in an era when public faith in medicine and progress was rising, but life was still shadowed by early death, smoking, drinking, and stress as daily realities rather than lifestyle podcasts. His onstage persona, famously sour and suspicious of uplift, turns reassurance into deadpan fatalism. The subtext is a classic Fields dodge: if the world is rigged, your best revenge is to laugh at the sales pitch.