Some are created to love, while the others - to live.

Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.

Morality, when formal, devours.

Do you believe in God, doctor?" No - but what does that really mean? I'm fumbling in the dark, struggling to make something out. But I've long ceased finding that original.

False judges are held up in the world's admiration and I alone know the true ones.

At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.

Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.