Yes, I'm happy, in human terms.
Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence
Intelligence in chains loses in lucidity what it gains in intensity.
The best revenge you can have on intellectuals is to be madly happy.
Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn't much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.
The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude.