The urge to revolt is one of the essential dimensions of human nature.
I hope the dogs don't bark tonight. I always think it's mine
I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.
I make myself strict rules in order to correct my nature. But it is my nature that I finally obey.
Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy.